You have your mother’s common sense but your father’s devilment. I see them fighting. Let your mother win.
In the name of our dead father, in the name of Ragnar Lothbrok, the greatest hero of our country, and in the name of Odin, we declare war on the whole world.
I like to remember what my father taught me. That at one point or another, we were all new to this world.
A priest never grows up, because he can never become a father. He’ll always be a son. That is why we imposed a vow of celibacy on ourselves thirteen centuries ago, because we must always be the sons of God, never dare try to take His place.
Your father loves you very much and would do anything to save you. But I love you in a different way. I love you enough to kill you.
Your dad used to hit you and then he got himself killed. It happened. Now it’s done. You live with it or it eats you up.
One day, a long time from now, you’re gonna meet someone who’s better than me. He’s gonna be stronger and handsomer and even better at board games than me. And when you find him, when you find that guy, that’s the guy you’re gonna marry. Oh, and he’s one lucky guy, the guy that gets to marry you, Katie girl. And your mom and me, we’re gonna be there, you know. Just to check him out. Make sure he’s as good at board games as you think that he is. And, assuming that he is, I’ll get to walk you down the aisle. And I may even cry a little.[to Kate]