Nancy's got a guardian angel. Seven feet plus of muscle and mayhem that goes by the name of Marv.

Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're a blessing from above. You're Mother Theresa. You're God.

The noir hero is a knight in blood caked armor. He's dirty and he does his best to deny the fact that he's a hero the whole time.

I always knew it would come down to you and the big blue school boy. Planet's too big for the BOTH of you. When it all comes down, I want a piece of him. A small piece, will do? For OLD TIMES, sake, you know..it still hurts when its cold.

A gun is a liar's weapon

Give them nothing, but take from them everything.