“It won't take me a minute to kill you. - Felix”
“Housework won't kill you, but then again, why take the chance?”
“If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.”
“Take a seat, Charlie,” he said. “I’ll kill you in a few minutes. It’ll be good for you.”
“It is quite a three pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes.”
“But Felix was no longer Felix. He was a vampire motherfucker.”