I thought I would try my hand at sailing. It was too small and kept sinking, so I decided to try a boat instead. - Arthur M. Jolly

No offense to your father, Jim, but let's face it—the man's dead. Dead, dead, dead. Moldering in the ground, being eaten by worms, and...what's that kind of fly that lays its eggs in rotting meat? You know the ones, little white maggots wriggling everywhere. Those.

I said I'd make ye a man, Jim - but damme if ye didn't go and do it behind my back when I were watching elsewhere.

A servant is the true reflection of his master.