I want to shoot the pigeons… off my roof. you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven’t. you measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you. boxing is about respect. getting it for yourself, and taking it away from the other guy. the man likes to play chess; let’s get him some rocks. i once heard a wise man say there are no perfect men. only perfect intentions. let me tell you something my friend. hope is a dangerous thing. hope can drive a man insane. i want to shoot the pigeons… off my roof. i did the same thing to gandhi, he didn’t eat for three weeks. rehabilitated? well, now let me see. you know, i don’t have any idea what that means. multiply your anger by about a hundred, kate, that’s how much he thinks he loves you. rehabilitated? well, now let me see. you know, i don’t have any idea what that means.

You’re only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. you’re only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! cities fall but they are rebuilt. heroes die but they are remembered. your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. my lord! you’re a tripod. bruce… i’m god. cities fall but they are rebuilt. heroes die but they are remembered. it’s not the size mate, it’s how you use it. at this point, i’d set you up with a chimpanzee if it’d brought you back to the world! no, this is mount everest. you should flip on the discovery channel from time to time. but i guess you can’t now, being dead and all. it only took me six days. same time it took the lord to make the world.