Phantom Limb: You don’t live with a woman and not know when this is coming. You don’t dine on the bounty of a woman’s flesh and not know what she’s thinking. You don’t drive your manhood, over and over, into a woman and-
The Monarch: Yes, stop… I get it.

“Okay, apparently you lost your hearing, as well as your arms.”

“What do you know… of evil?”