I should leave walking on water to the Son of God. Fortunately, I tripped over an angel.

No matter how bad things get, they can always get worse.

My father was an expert swordsman, Monsieur. He taught me well. Now hand me that key or I swear on his grave I will slit you from navel to nose.

Why did you have to be so wonderful?

Darling, nothing is final until you’re dead. And even then I’m sure God negotiates.