“Well gentlemen,” Royce said as he started for the door. “And lady. Welcome to Los Angeles. This is our Sanctuary in the middle of hell on Earth.”
“Ah, Mr Compson said, Years ago we in the South made our women into ladies. Then the War came and made the ladies into ghosts. So what else can we do, being gentlemen, but listen to them being ghosts?”
“Things do change and, unlike the Middle East and the traffic in Los Angeles, sometimes they can even get better.”
“Welcome to your new bodies, gentlemen. If you'd like, I can help you start your own 'dysmorphia is all in your head' support group.”
“Ladies and gentlemen.” He [Jabba] sighed. “Meet the kamikaze of computer invaders...the worm.”
“He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.”