“… I’ll find you…”
“… why?” (thinks that he’s coming to kill her)
“No, no, it’s not like that.”
One never knows…
I’ve always wanted to toss a computer like that! And find a bigass stack of money under a desk like that! 
No, no, no, no… psychopaths kill for no reason, I kill for money, there’s a different. That didn’t come out right.
You never know. It’s better to be prepared and not need it, than need it and not be prepared. 
Who hasn’t?
yeah, you say that NOW!
Jesus, people! What part of don’t move don’t you understand?
Pow. Pow. Pow. Clang!
Whenever I see a cast-iron frying pan, I get this… urge.
Assassins for Communism.
oooh, looks like someone’s about to advance to triple OG
~I’ll be coming around the mountain. I’ll be blowing your fucking head off.~
Not the Baleek vase!!!
…to make an omelet that not really an omelet?
Solidarity, baby!!!
And that’s how I roll trips OG, baby!
To make omlettes?
Yay! Congrats!
The hivemind has spoken. I shall make omelets.
Get the hell out of town. Yah.
You’ve got my blessing.