Fortune drops something valuable into your lap, you don’t just dump it on the bank of the cut.
For those who make the rules, there are no rules.
You strike when your enemy is weak.
We all try and get away. But we never do.
The problem, right, between rum and gin, is that gin, right, it leads to the melancholy. Whereas rum incites violence, it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt.
Sweetheart, whatever you’ve heard, I don’t need to make threats.[to Jessie]
Sometimes the women have to take over. Like in the war.
Men always tell their troubles to a barmaid.
In pubs sometimes people say things and sometimes it’s the whisky talking. It’s hard to tell which is which.
Five for peace, two for truce, one abstention. Let’s get on with the war.
Conviction introduces emotion, which is the enemy of oratory.
At home, these jewels saw way worse. That’s why they are all cursed. As are we Mr Shelby.
