Die hölle ist nicht so heiss, wie man die macht.
— You wish?
— The cash register.
— Look at one.
— Look what I have here. What do you say to it?
— Beautiful weapon. Which caliber?
— 11 mm. Yugoslavian product. The pustet one elephant away.
— What has to do this with Yugoslavia?
— It pustet also a cashier in Paris away.
— This will happen if you scream.
— But why should I scream?
Tick tock, Mr. Wick. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick... No time to dilly-dally, Mr. Wick!
Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men.
— Was it always this easy?
— Easy?
— I keep planning complicated strategic strikes to spread misery and panic among the humans and just as I'm about to put one into motion, they come up with something themselves, which is so much worse than anything I could have thought of.
— Yeah, always this easy.
Not very subtle of the Almighty, though. Fruit tree in the middle of a garden with a "Don't Touch" sign. I mean, why not put it on the top of high mountain? Or on the moon?