When you love someone, that doesn’t matter. Because it’s not about what you give up, it’s about what you get.
Well, we can’t start killing people. We’re getting life back to normal. And killing people isn’t normal, sweetheart.[to Sheila]
I realize it’s not their fault, but f***ing Serbia! Other than tennis players, has anything good come out of that country?
I lost you once. That was enough.[to Sheila]
You’re the best husband an undead wife could ever ask for.[to Joel]
You see? I’ve known you, what, five minutes and already I’d rather have you kill me.[to Cora]
See? You were wondering if we were bad people. But only good people would do a favor for the severed head of their victim.[to Joel]
I spend most of my life being afraid. Now I’m not. As much.
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I know we have to kill somebody today but we have to be parents every day.[to Joel]
I just threw up. Like a fair amount.
I found pictures of a few women, but they were taken from inside a toilet, so probably not serious relationships.
I always wonder if it’s better to bury two bodies in one place or spread them around. I’m sure there’s a right answer, but I never want to meet the person who knows it.
