Everything is priceless until it gets blown to bits in a hail of bullets.[Vasily Poprishchin: That chair belonged to Louis XV. It’s priceless.]
Coulson. The new guy. I guess he doesn’t hate me yet.
Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me right here.[at his own grave]
Ain’t no “can’t” in our business. There’s only what you can do and what you will not do.[to Rhodes]
