You can’t kill a squadron.
If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it is that you can kill anyone.
Why couldn’t you just stay dead?
Sometimes, dead is better.
My father made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.
No. I am your father.
My daughter speaks very highly of you. Says you’re a great lay.
You should see me fuck. I’m the best piece of ass in three states.
Jenny Ericson: What did he ask you to do?
Mandy - Harem Girl: Ask? He didn’t ‘ask’ me to do anything. He’s the king.
“I am your king.”
“Well, I didn’t vote for you.”
It’s good to be the king.
Screw you, honey. Boy, if there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s a queen without a sense of humor. You can die with your secret… miserable piss-elegant fairy.
Get away from her, you BITCH!
Oh sweet child! You say that again and I’ll rattle your tonsils till that mink turns into the rabbit it is! I’ve got no time for cheats or…phony blondes!
^ (I bow to the master!) 
I’m a fake, huh? I’m a fake? What are you and that phony Santa Claus Oliver Stone slobbering and drooling over me?
And that’s how I found out there’s no Santa Claus.
You’ll shoot your eye out, kid. Merry Christmas. Ho! Ho! Ho!
It’s Christmas Eve! It’s… it’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we… we… we smile a little easier, we… w-w-we… we… we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be!
We go by many names, and take many forms. We bring wonder and hope, we bring joy and dreams. We are the Sandman and the Tooth Fairy, we are the Easter Bunny, and Santa. And our powers are greater than you ever imagine…