There are two kinds of men and only two. There's the one staying put in his proper place and one with his foot in the other one's face.
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief. For the rest of us death will be a relief.
At last! My arm is complete again!
She was his reason and his life
These are desperate times, and desperate measures are called for...
And its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit
I can guarantee the closest shave you'll ever know.
For what's the sound of the world out there?
It's man devouring man, my dear!
May the Lord have mercy on your soul.
Would no one have mercy on her?
She poisoned herself, arsenic from the apothecary round the corner, I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen to me
Have charity towards the world, my pet.
We'll take the customers that we can get.
We could have a life we two, maybe not like you remember. Maybe not like I imagined. But we could get by.
You have a room over the shop, don't you? If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out?
You see, years ago, something happened up there. Something not very nice.
You are young. Life has been kind to you. You will learn.
You'll kill me, boy? Well here I stand!
May the good Lord smile on you... until we meet again.
If I cannot fly, let me sing...
If I see your face again on this street, you'll rue the day you were born.
And life is for the alive, my dear
Yes, I lied 'cause I love you!
I love you! Could that *thing* have cared for you like me?
So we run away and then all our dreams come true?
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