Very well Tanner, you win. But I assure you that when we get out of this your life won't be worth living!
I'm hardly loving every second at the moment.
As for you, meat head, don't think I've forgotten that punch. But, as you so rightly put it; We're late.
Always at your disposition X-I-I-I. When you want, where you want.
You have no idea what color of shit you've just landed yourself in. You won't find a nastier bastard than Quinn this side of the north pole.
Let it go Sammy…
The only one here who has a right to complain is him. Don't worry mate, we'll get you out, you'll see.
Let's get this show back on the road!
May I see your passes please.