I throw my head back and laugh long and hard. Then I lean in and whisper in her ear, "You don't know who you're fucking with, princess. Ain't no one do bad like I do.

But it's a child! You're a man!"

"Your powers of observation are formidable," said Charles. "You are a credit to your optician.

I'm Canadian. Can't you take my word on it? (To Canadian immigration)

Oh! blame not the bard.

Oh, I am an angel, though sometimes I wish I was more of a devil.

Under their discretion, lies, secrets, crimes and even failure are nothing but the spice of one’s youth. And in their corrupt ways, they discover something peculiar about failure. They conclude that while their own failures are generally a part of relishing in youth, others’ failures should be shot down as just failures and nothing more.