Bet you thought you were all gonna grow old together, sittin’ around the table at Sunday dinner and the happily ever after. No. Doesn’t work like that, Rick. Not anymore.
Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that.
In case you haven’t caught on, I just slipped my d*ck down your throat, and you thanked me for it.[to Rick]
There were consequences to me seeing red. Seeing red was a bad thing then. I was a bad man then. But, see, now, nobody’s suing anybody. Nobody’s getting fired. Hell, nobody’s keeping score. Now when I see red, it’s just a question of what I am capable of. And, well, man, I hate to break it to you. See, I am starting to think that I am capable of damn near anything.