“I pray. I go to mass. I even remember to respect my elders and help little old ladies across the street. What the hell did I do to deserve this?”

“On going to hell….“When I think of judgment day, I get emotional. It’s a heavy thing. I did what I did and there’s no erasing it. I can write an honest book, be an honest man, help little old ladies across the street but what’s done is done. There’s no escaping that. Whatever it is, I’ll do my time, even for eternity.”

“Like Villa, I believed that even though some men did not deserve to go on living, they still deserved to be remembered at their best.”

“Right now, I could do with a little less "Carter, I need you to" and a little more, "Carter, do what you need to do." Hell, maybe even a little, "Carter, do you need help?”

“I respect my elders, but I don’t respect the Myelders, who are my neighbors, because they are so neglectful of their lawn that it’s like they don’t even exist.”

“Did I just get psychically pimp-slapped by a little old lady?”