"People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define "reality". But what does it mean to be "correct" or "true"? Merely vague concepts ... their "reality" may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?"

I leave you people alone for just a minute and look what happens. Everything’s gone to pot!

No. If we don’t have the key, we can’t open whatever we dont’ have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don’t have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?

No. *You* want you to find this. Because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and/or locating in your discovering the detecting of a way to save your bonny lass, ol’ what’s-er-face.

Worry about your own fortunes gentlemen. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers.

I want you to know that I was rooting for you. Know that.

The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can’t do.

Me? I’m dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It’s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly… stupid.

A wedding? I love weddings. Drinks all around!

I think we’ve all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically.

 Apparently there's some sort of high-toned and fancy to-do up at the fort, eh? How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen, such as yourselves, did not merit an invitation? 

 Is this a dream? I thought not. If it were, there'd be drinks.

 I understand everything... except that wig. 

 I love you. 
[Leans in to Kiss] 
 [Just about to kiss] I gotta go. 
[leaves] 

How can you say I used you? 
You know exactly how! 
I know, but how can you say it? 

Have I mentioned, sir, what a lovely daughter you have?