My God, man! Drilling holes in his head is not the answer. The artery must be repaired! Now, put away your butcher’s knives and let me save this patient before it’s too late!
We’d all make great murderers. I mean, who knows better about murder than a pathologist?
It sure keeps my wife in line.
As thirteenth in line in my own kingdom, I didn’t stand a chance.
I was lucky in the order, but I’ve always been lucky when it comes to killin’ folks.
You’ve got to ask yourself one question: “Do I feel lucky?” Well, do ya, punk?
Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.
See, see, we have led you out! Hurry hobbitses hurry. Very lucky we find you.
The claw chooses who will go and who will stay.
Let the Ring-bearer decide.
I’ll have one of these, and one of those, and two of these, and three of those…
Laugh-a while you can, monkey boy!
Maniacal laugh. Maniacal laugh. Maniacal laugh.
Jimmy was the kind of guy that rooted for bad guys in the movies.
He keeps going after the bad guys. Where is it written, I’m a bad guy? Find out who talked and have him killed!
You are a vicious bastard Rotelli, and, uh, I’m glad you’re dead!
We belong dead.
You said it yourself, Harold: We’re damned.
That woman deserves her revenge and we deserve to die.
Die, if you want to, you innocent puppet.
Laugh while you can, monkey boy!