Jimmy Cuervo:
She believed in you... she believed in all of you.
Harold:
She believed in fairy tales. Who are you to tell me what she believed in?
Jimmy Cuervo:
I'm the fairy fucking godfather, here to save your fairy fucking tales.
Jimmy Cuervo:
Don't you have any respect for the dead?
Jimmy Cuervo:
You are gonna fucking die!
Jimmy Cuervo:
Quoth the raven nevermore, motherfucker!
[
repeated line]
Jimmy Cuervo:
Someone owes me two lifetimes and a pair of *perfect* blue eyes.
Pestilence:
Get off me, you damn hallucination!
Luc Crash:
What's the difference between you and me?
Jimmy Cuervo:
I'm dead.
El Nino:
He'll be your homey now and forever more!
El Nino:
I now pronounce you devil and his shorty! Kiss the bride motherfucker!
El Nino:
Well, all wicked-ass props to you Mr. O.G. and thanks for representing all the homeys.
Luc Crash:
Take your vengeance baby.
Luc Crash:
The Apocalypse is going to be one hell of a honeymoon!
Luc Crash:
What happens to an angel that loses its wings?
Lola Byrne:
It falls.
Jimmy Cuervo:
Killing is easy, forgetting is hard.
El Nino:
Check it out, Crash and Byrne...
Lola Byrne:
Luc? Luc?
Luc Crash:
Call me Lucifer.
Lola Byrne:
Sacred ground is where these eyes get their power.
Lola Byrne:
See this knife? This is the one I used to carve out your daughter's eyes.
Jimmy Cuervo:
What have you done to me? You've made me a *fucking* monster.
Luc Crash:
Sorry folks, I'd slit all your throats, but I gotta get to the burial grounds.
Jimmy Cuervo:
[
to Pestilence] I'm afraid of what I become. You tell them they should be too.
Jimmy Cuervo:
All my life, I've been pushin' down this fire inside of me. But it just keeps coming back up. I'm so tired of fucking running.
Luc Crash:
So God gave trash like you wings. He never gave me shit! Fucker!
Luc Crash:
Are you good at wedding speeches?
Jimmy Cuervo:
I'm better at eulogies.
Luc Crash:
We haven't seen the last of war, have we?
War:
Only the dead have seen the last of war
Jimmy Cuervo:
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter-bitter," he answered; "But I like it "Because it is bitter, "And because it is my heart."
Proud Foot Joe:
How could God choose such a man?
Jimmy Cuervo:
Why not?
[
pause]
Jimmy Cuervo:
She did.
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