You break the rules and become a hero. I do it, and I become the enemy. That doesn’t seem fair.[to Stephen]
Whoever gets there first will make the rules.
The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do, and what a man can’t do.
The rules are the only thing that have ever held us together.
Don’t f*** with another man’s vehicle. It’s just against the rules.
We only have three rules. First, do your part. No time for any freeloaders. Second, never harm another Glader. None of this works unless we have trust. Most importantly, never go beyond those walls.
Rules. Without them, we’d live with the animals.
It’s up to us to push the rules and laws.
You live in my body, you live by my rules.[to Venom]
Two rules that cannot be broken, Jonathan. No blood on Continental grounds, and every marker must be honored.
It’s not enough to break the rules. You have to be strong enough to make your own.
In 1917, I signed up to fight the Huns in France. Good men died all around me. And I saw no reason for it. The rules we lived by were lies. And they didn’t apply to those who made them. I swore if I made it home, I would never follow orders again. I left a soldier. I came home an outlaw.
