John Stone: Imagine the future, Chains, 'cause you're not in it.
Chains: The devil was a rebel angel. If you want to fuck with the living, you'll have to learn to fuck with the dead.
Chains: I need a new bitch.
Chains: God forgives. The Brotherhood doesn't.
Chains: This is either gonna be the biggest pork chop I ever ate, or my bulldozer.
Chains: You know, it's in moments like this that I think of my father's last words. Which were: "Don't son, that gun is loaded!"
Chains: The whip is cracked.
Ice: You gonna use that stick, or you wanna dance with me?