“The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store.”

I wouldn’t trust a man who wouldn’t try to steal a little.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain’t approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

You can’t slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.

Isn’t there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?

The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.

Pain or damage don’t end the world.

The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.

Change ain’t looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.

Don’t I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.

Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.

Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh?

Stand it like a man, and give some back.

Let’s leave it all alone. I’m stupidest when I try to be funny.

Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.