“I'm a fighter. I believe in the eye-for-an-eye business. I'm no cheek turner. I got no respect for a man who won't hit back. You kill my dog, you better hide your cat.”

“Matthew, confess now. Are you a closeted font nerd? Do you go to these conferences? I promise I won't respect you any less if you are. OK, fine, secretly I will, but it's better to get this off your chest and be who you are, than to live in deception. Hiding the truth will only cripple your emotional development""Well, I'm sorry to dissapoint you. I'm not a font nerd. You can email me in Papyrus and I won't care.”

“I'm *fine*. I'm alive and believe me, I gave as good as I got, if not better. You don't need to go kill anyone.''I'm not killing anyone. I'm just going to shoot them all several times. If they die, that's their fault.'-Convicted”

“..Who... who are you... calling a WHIPPED DOG?!" POW!! "I Declare"... ETERU MAGIA! "I Won't say "please"! And I won't let you say it has nothing to do with you! SEE FOR YOURSELF IF I'M A WHIPPED DOG OR NOT!!" -Nora”

“If you're all grown up, as you insist, then you're old enough to recognize heat between a man and a woman. And it's there between us. I'm not a saint, Saskia. I'm not one of your respectful human boys. If you ask me, I'm not going to be a gentleman.""Sainted bloody earth." She'd finally found her tongue. Her cheeks still blushed pink, but her eyes were furious. "How is that no woman has killed you before now?”

“I had to kill or be killed... It was the only way I could survive... But I never enjoyed it like YOU do. Yes, my EYE is different from yours... But never forget... I'm also human.”