“Between hell now, and hell later, Sassenach," he said, his speech measured and precise, "I will take later, every time.”

“We talk later,” he demands. “Or now, with everyone listening.”“Go to hell,” I say. It worked before, but not this time.His voice soft, he asks, “Aren’t we already there, Q?”

“The guy got torn the hell in half. He's in two big pieces, and he's very dead, unless I need him for the plot later.”

“Suffering through his classes, the young Igor steeped himself in angst. He would later describe his childhood as 'a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.”

“No. Thank you she said in a voice that said he could go to hell and take his jacket with him.”

“I’m going to hell, Livia,” he said.“I’m going to hell for all three of us,” Beckett said defiantly. Only now did he pull his hand away.“I think you might be a better man than you give yourself credit for,” Livia said, trying to catch his eye again.”