You look worried, Finch. Did your tailor move out of the city?
Deceived and betrayed anyone yet today? It is almost lunchtime, after all.
Rube: Bacchus has drowned many more men than Neptune.
Mason: Bacchus? Wha…?
Rube: He’s the Greek god of why don’t you read a fucking book?
Every one of us is precious in the cosmic perspective. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.
Don’t worry, it’s treatable. Being a bitch, though… nothing we can do about that.
Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill ‘em right back! Wife or no, you are no one’s property to be tossed aside. You got the right same as anyone to live and try to kill people.