You’re only right about one thing, I am a piece of s***! I’m a piece of s*** for listening to you for all those years! I’m a piece of s*** for not killing you in your sleep![to Auggie]
You want to do this job, you can’t balk. Ever. You have to make the hard choice when necessary.[to Leota]
You wanna know why I don’t have a coterie of supervillains? My coterie of supervillains is six-feet-f***ing-under!
You know more than Google? Well, congratulations.[to Harcourt]
You don’t wanna believe in miracles, that’s on you.
You don’t have to shoot people after I already killed them.[to Leota]
We’re not killing anyone who doesn’t deserve it. I’m not Amanda Waller.
That’s just Peacemaker, man. He’s always giving people nicknames.[Christopher Smith: Yeah. Thanks.]Being a bully’s just part of his personality.
Sometimes I just think I’m insecure in my masculinity so I’m making up for it by having a dangerous pet.
School wasn’t my bag. It’s for dorks.
Right now, the world needs a son of a bitch, and you’re the only one I got.
One of the things us warriors seldom talk about is how often people s*** themselves when they die. It’s a touch of gray in the white cloud of kicking ass.
