There are more stains in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
I love the bouquet of rotting flesh.
You mustn’t have an argument on an empty stomach. It upsets the balance of the day.
When people die, they soil the sheets. Blood, s***, urine. I can take care of every stain there is.
Postmortem excrement is the biggest stain challenge of them all.
Foie gras. It’s surprising how delicious a little cruelty can taste.