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Revisión del 18:58 30 nov 2022

How am I to know how your devious criminal genius mind works mate?

—Wayne to Wax[1]

He is dead, young lady. I am sorry for your loss. Yes, he was simply too handsome, too clever, and immensely remarkable in all aspects of his existence to be allowed to live. I’m afraid it took a hundred men to bring him down, and he killed all but one. His last words were ‘Tell Wax that he’s a total git, and he still owes me five notes.

—Wayne to Marasi in a prank[2]

You’re right nice, but you ain’t got enough punch for me. i like women what couldnt take my face clean off with a roundhouse.

—Wayne to Marasi[3]

I need you to stay behind as we go into those slums. It’s not that I don’t want your help. I do. It’s going to be too dangerous for you. You need to stay where I know you’re safe. No arguments! I’m sorry.

—Wayne talking to his lucky hat[4]

I ain’t drunk. I’m investigatin’ alternative states of sobriety.

—Wayne[5]

Well, Wayne. At least you ain't a broke, dickless feller what can't even pick his own nose properly.

—Wayne[6]

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