I am the rocker, I am the roller, I am the out of controller.

A man can be an artist... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasys art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece.

I'm not threatening you mate. It's beyond ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words. I watched over you when you were asleep and I looked at your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ neck and I was that far away from slicing it.

Ignorance is bliss, my friend. Don't burden yourself with the secrets of scary people.

No, no, he didn't slam you, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you... he *rubbed* you. And rubbin, son, is racin'.

It's too bad she won't live! But then again, who does?