In battle, choose your weapon wisely. All right? Some people choose a gun. I choose a Phillips-head screwdriver.
I worry about all of them. They keep me up at night. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to protect them. I’ll make the tough choices.
I think all I have, all any of us have, are the results of all the choices that we’ve made. And at the end of the day, we just hope that we made the right one.
I need a third choice to go back to the real world. Oh, how I miss it. The music, the gin, the glamour… the gin.
I have made my choice, Uhtred. Now you must do the same. Make your life your own once more.[to Uhtred]