“He picked some unwise words. Saying, “I’ll enjoy killing you for my lord”, is just not the way to make my acquaintance.”

“Sometimes I’ll be walking along, thinking, and I’ll kick up some dust and I’ll say, Whoa! That makes sense, and I’ll have just had an epiphany, and then forget all about it because I’ll get distracted by my dirty shoes.”

“It’s nice to have eye candy around for my enjoyment.” He looked Brad over. “It wouldn’t kill you to pretty yourself up if you’re going to be in my presence.”“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” Brad said wryly. “See that you do.”

“She paused. That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.”

“I’ll kill her, freak. (Pitala)Then I’ll kill you and laugh while I do it. Either way it’s no real sweat off my balls. Release her and you can at least walk away alive. But that’s not a standing offer. Make your mind up quick before I kill you just for getting me out on a night when I’d rather be at home doing needlework. (Nykyrian)”

“What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.”