I bear you no ill-will for being justified in your advice to me in May, which, considering the event, shows some greatness of mind, I think.

The last thing we're gonna do is take stolen money - your stolen money - back to a convenience store, period.

I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world.

Once I have devoured your world I will have all the strength I need to defeat the Corps and destroy the Guardians.

This whore, with her cokeynut skin, and her slywise mask, smiling' n' worming' her way so your trust her you bring' her here, scavin' n' sivvin' for what?

May I remind you, Viktor... that the ink on your hand may grant you some privileges around here... but to people outside, it is not more than a signed confession.

I suspect this message, if left alone to run its course, would have fully dissolved, taking its place firmly in your mind's eye.

You know, you may think you've gone clean, found God, Buddha, or some African shaman, but at the end of the day, your hands are still dirty.

I've been chasing this guy across four continents and 12 countries, and believe me, the last damn place I want to be right now is on your front doorstep, selling Girl Scout cookies.

I mean, I may not like the guy's methods, but whoever this guy is, he's got a habit of putting himself between danger and you.

We were ruined, and since then, all that you have ever wanted, all that we have ever wanted was a family.

She had nightmare visions about your baby and how Klaus could use its blood to make an army of hybrid slaves.

I did break you, took everything from you, and now you're begging me to sweep away the shards of your shattered, little life.

You don't want the witches to get too bold, given that a witch's tip about a werewolf in town led to the disappearance of your nightwalkers.

It's been fun indulging in your bluffs, but we both know you have no real authority left, no leverage, you have nothing to offer me.

When the people called out your name louder than mine, you see, when they saw you as a god, how long before they saw you as their king?

So, tonight, Private, we celebrate your birthday... by infiltrating the United States gold depository... at Fort Knox!

But you bring this body back and they put it on me, they can put it on you.

I mean, we... we were gonna let one of you guys live to tell our story but now, once you two are dead, there'll be no proof that Thinman was your brainchilc.

By the way, since the place is warded, your powers are useless, which means you are useless, even more so than usual.

Or, now that your elicit affair is out in the open, he finds the whole relationship a tad lackluster and has run off to havana with a showgirl.

That is not the kind of lawyer that you're going to be, young lady, because you, you're going to be a judge or you're going to be a professor, just like your mother.

They'll fry your eyes, gnaw on your knees, gobble your gizzards.

Oh, it has been a... a long and fantastic night for everybody and I must confess that the success of our party has been largely down to you, my dear.

The very wall your country came here to knock down you now try desperately to keep from falling.

(Laughter) My mother began to tell them who they were, who their family was, where to go, how fast to get there.

But the one thing that will always remain with you is what is here, and if we have to sell our blood to pay your school fees, we will.

That's your water that helps to make the cloud that becomes the rain that feeds the plants that feeds the animals."

So they can lie to them -- blatant lies like, "We have your fingerprints, we have your DNA; your friend is down the hall saying that this was all your idea."

I remember my father receiving anonymous letters saying, "Your daughter is spreading Western culture in the honorable societies."

And the second thing they said: and we trust you, that no matter where you are or where you go, you will always do the right thing.

So, you've got a little farm in Honduras, some dictator comes to power, he says, "I know you've got a piece of paper that says you own your farm, but the government computer says my friend owns your farm."

It had to stand on its own two feet; it could not be maintained for that many people if in fact, those countries had to go begging or had some foreign country say, "I won't trade with you, " in order to get the technology shift to occur.

I remember one older bearded guy stopped me in the street one time, and he said, "The reason I hate you so much is because you make our daughters think they can do whatever they want."

(Guitar strum) If you don't come right here, if you don't come right here, if you don't come right here, I'm gonna tell your pa on you.

And then one day, something that I'll never forget, my father picked me up after my sophomore year in college, and he was driving me home, and he said, "Jim, what are your aspirations?

My dad came out to see me graduate and, you know, I did the deal, and my father said, "We’re really proud of you son, but... " You know what went on, he said, "You’ve got to start riding and driving and start talking.

And when Kaveh shared this photo online, he did so with the caption, "This is another reminder that the universe has already written the poem you were planning on writing."

He walks up to a protester -- when you protest in Brazil, you can be arrested or worse -- and he says to the protester, "Watch me, I am going to search you right now."