I guess this is where they send the abortions that live.
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.
Remember the seven Ps.Seven what?Proper preparation and planning... Prevent piss-poor performance.
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...
I don't think this one's business as usual. Me evil cunt sense is tinglin'.
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...
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.
Christ, would you look at that shite? Supes an' religion, the two worst things on the planet.
Christ, I think I'd grow old if I lost you.
Tension demands release. Unusual tension demands release that can only be described as appalling.
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.
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...
Churches are just clubs for people who like to join things.
But it is my creation...! It's outgrown you.
So who turned up the volume of ignorance up to eleven?
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...
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...
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'.
Rayner can't go into politics, she's got more shit on her than Elton John's cock!
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...