We'll never survive. Nonsense, you're only saying that because nobody ever has. You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve. Mawage. Mawage is what bwings us togever today. Mawage that bwessed awangement, that dweam within a dweam. That's gotta sting. The North remembers. Skooma! Oh yeah… You want to… want to be my friend? I'll… I'll tell you what… Skooma's the only thing… the only thing I want… Wait for it... The King's stinken son fired me and thank you so much for bringing up such a rotten subject. While you're at it, why don't you give me a nice paper cut and pore lemon juice on it. We're closed! Holy Benedict Arnold

Bring in that floating fat man, the Baron!

Stella! Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car! Come on out here! Help me take him in the house!