After all, you can't really blame the Waffen S.S. for doing what comes naturally. But a funny thing happened on the way to the moral high ground.
Folks love fantasy. Beasts the shit outta reality and day of the week.
I don't think this one's business as usual. Me evil cunt sense is tinglin'.
I hear you're a conspiracy nut. Well, this is the conspiracy, kid. It ain't ancient gods an' aliens an' coded shit on the dollar bill. It ain't even a secret, it's somthin' ordinary folks do for a liv...
Sheriff Root: Ask Me, I reckon it was niggersDeputy: How you reckon that, Sheriff Root?Sheriff Root: Kinda thing they doDeputy: What, burn two hundred people to death, right down to the bone? They do...
Christ, would you look at that shite? Supes an' religion, the two worst things on the planet.
It's the time to run away an' hide under the bed, an' hope the world's still in one piece when you come out again.
I guess this is where they send the abortions that live.
Tension demands release. Unusual tension demands release that can only be described as appalling.
When it comes to Vought, or any corporate outfit really, all that counts to them is profit. They send their kids on planes built by the lowest bidder. They travel on the fuckin' things themselves. Com...
Constantine: Bullocks. Anyone'll do anything.Chas: What? Come on, John, everyone's got a line they reach!Constantine: Helen used to be the wildest woman I ever knew, Chas. A night out with her and you...
Rayner can't go into politics, she's got more shit on her than Elton John's cock!
An interesting man. He was a last minute replacement as Bush's running mate, when the original candidate managed to say Thy Kingdom Cunt at a prayer breakfast.
I can't really put it in one sentence because although on one hand Preacher is about faith and yes it is also about, I suppose, the search for God, the search for faith and the manipulation and the ab...
But—but are you okay? Yeah, fine. I checked out the bad guy's place and shot them up a little bit, you know. There were quite a lot of them, and one guy nearly got me with a throwing knife— But I know...
I got taken in by my uncle Frankie, know to his friends as Butcher Franchetti and to his enemies as 'Oh God no, don't kill my children, Don Franchetti'.
Fuck, that's good. That's habit-formin'.
Christ, I think I'd grow old if I lost you.
Sin duda eres un bastardo Harry… pero un bastardo puede perdonar a otro. ¿Quién más lo haría?
Dude, are you like English or something--?Yeah, That's right, dude. I'm like English.