carinaavila:

Molotov: You killed my father.
Brock: After you killed my partner.
Molotov: You took my eye!
Brock: After you took… my heart.

“Yo, man. I just work here, man. I don’t even need this job.”

“This is that ridiculous giant beehive next door to your study, isn’t it? You knocked me out and put me in a bag to bring me fifty yards?”