"I need something answered for a Star Wars night with some friends. What's better, Leia's slave outfit or a Mando who keeps the helmet on during sex?"

"Now why would you think I'm here to kill you? Where's the fun in that? It takes away from the hunt, from the thrill and the victory, when someone assumes the end and accepts it."

“Sex is like, the opposite of banking. There has to be interest before you make a deposit.”

Is he lying inside of a coffin, elbows propping up his upper half at the hardwood’s edge, with scarcely anything on to cover his shame? That he is. Though the older you get, the more forgetful you are... the Undertaker could have sworn he’d closed the door lest anyone begin wondering what living man could possibly have that many odd scars mapped out across his frame, but alas.

"Hey... Thanks, fa lettin' me use your shower. I've been on the road for days. Anyway, I can repay ma saviour for the shower and a roof over ma head for a night?"

"As it is Sinday, I suppose I can ask you this question. What is it with certain women's fascination with having a female lover with a penis? Is it not the aim for a female love to not have a penis? Or is it purely for breeding purposes and desires?"

"Like my new tie? It's called a slapper dapper, and I am wearing this to all my business meetings from now on! Wanna find out why I like it so much?"

"Where am I? Was I abducted or seduced by a strong being? And where are my clothes? Do you not know who I am!"