A Gun Is A Liar's

She Doesn't Quite Chop His Head Off. She Makes A Pez Dispenser Out Of Him.

Alfred: Hmf. I Suppose You'll Take Up Flying Next, Like That Fellow In Metropolis.

I'll Make It. I Won't Die. I've Got Too Much I Have To Do To Let Myself Die.

I Can Tell You Squat About Islam. I Don’t Know Anything About It. But I Know A Goddamn Lot About Al Qaeda And I Want Them All To Burn In Hell.

I Moved To New York And Was Told, "go Back Home. We Don't Need You. Go Pump Gas. You're From Vermont. We've Got No Use For You. You're Not Drawing Guys In Tights." So, I Learned How To Draw Guys In Tights, And I Put Them In As Many Crime Situations As I Could.