"My father used to say that not playing to win is like sleeping with your sister. Sure she's a great piece of tail, with a blouse full of goodies,
but... it's just illegal. Then you get into that whole inbred thing. Kids with no teeth who do nothing but play the banjo... eat apple sauce through
a straw... pork farm animals."
"You are generous as you are divine, O king of kings. Such an offer only a madman would refuse. But the, uh, the idea of kneeling, it's- You see,
slaughtering all those men of yours has, uh, well it's left a nasty cramp in my leg, so kneeling will be hard for me. "
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