- Mr. Wednesday: [sniffs] Oh, I know that smell. That smells like a hot bottle of whisky and sex in an alleyway with a top note of failure! Hey, yeah, eau de fuckup, it's gotta be - it is - the one and only Mad Sweeney!
- Mad Sweeney: There was a girl. I remember that much. She had the sight. And she let me play with her boobies under the stars, and she told me my fortune. Told me I'd be undone and abandoned west of the sunrise, and that a dead woman's bauble would seal my fate. And I laughed and I poured more barley wine and played with her boobies some more, and I kissed her full on her pretty breasts. Those were the last of the good days.