“Of course you’re there. Death is always there.”

“…he murmured. “Of course, you’re my favorite ride.”
“Aw, that’s sweet, baby. And you’re my favorite joystick.”

“Of course you’re there. Death is always there. So why was I afraid? Your leap is swift. Your claws are sharp and merciful. What can you take from me which is not already yours?... Everything I have done until now has been fruitless. It has led to nothing. There was no other path except that it led to nothing — and before me now there is only one real fact — Death. The truth I have been seeking — this truth is Death. Yet Death is also a seeker. Forever seeking me. So — we have met at last. And I am prepared. I am at peace. Because I will conquer death with death.”

“You’re changing the course of history. I thought that sort of thing was strictly forbidden.”

“Sometimes a wind comes up, blows you off course. You’re not ready for it, but if you’re lucky, you end up in a more interesting place than you’d planned.”

“I have your word?”
“You trust my word?”
“You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.”

“A leader leads,” Ragnar said, “and you can’t ask men to risk death if you’re not willing to risk it yourself.”

“You’re from Liverpool, of course,” He was very proud of his ability to place different accents.
“No,” Sylvia told him. “Boston.”

“Of course there is a monkey. There is always a monkey.”

“Of course there is a monkey. There is always a monkey.”