“Well, Miss, if the choice is between sharin' a room with my kid brother or a pretty filly the likes of you, I think you'd know my choice.”

“You know, you remind me of my younger brother. I miss that kid, so much that I sometimes regret killing him.”

“You know, you remind me of my younger brother. I miss that kid, so much that I sometimes regret killing him.”

“You know, you remind me of my younger brother. I miss that kid, so much that I sometimes regret killing him.”

“I walked among Shadows, and found a race of furry creatures, dark and clawed and fanged, reasonably manlike, and about as intelligent as a freshman in the high school of your choice-sorry, kids, but what I mean is they were loyal, devoted, honest, and too easily screwed by bastards like me and my brother. I felt like the dee-jay of your choice.”

“I want you to take note, Commander, that turning in my badge would be like cutting off my arm. But if it comes down to a choice between the job and my marriage, then I lose the arm.”