An exit-door procedure at 30.000 feet. Mm-hmm. The illusion of safety.
Well, then, you know, don't use a gun. Lay the place to waste like.
Look at that, Mrs Hudson. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Isn't it hateful?
Explanation:
Staring at the window
I'm not questioning your honor, Lord Janos. I'm denying its existence.
— There's a woman lying dead.
— Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you'd go deeper.
— Hey, Uncle Scar. When I'm king, what'll that make you?
— A monkey's uncle.
Everyone, this is my sister, Paige. I'd like you to meet random people I don't care about.
Because you are a character doesn't mean that you have character.
If you can fake sincerity, you can fake pretty much anything.
— Anna took Elena.
— Yeah, I got that from your 600 voicemails.