Marv
Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.
Marv: I don't hear you giving me any name, jerk. Guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high.
[shoots him in the crotch]
Marv: You keep holding out on me like this, and I'm going to have to get really nasty.
Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart?
Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.
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The Bride
The Bride: Those of you lucky enough to have your lives, take them with you. However, leave the limbs you've lost. They belong to me now. EXCEPT YOU, SOFIE! You stay right where you are!
Copperhead: So when do we do this?
The Bride: It all depends on when do you want to die? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?
Can Marv defeat the Bride?? Voting goes until Sunday night.