Wat Falhurst quotes

Uh, betray us, and I will fong you, until your insides are out, your outsides are in, your entrails will become your extrails I will w-rip... all the p... ugh. Pain, lots of pain.

[in a letter] I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct it's light to the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.

All right, I'm about this fonging close mate! I swear to God, Quasimodo! I oughta...

We're the sons of peasants. Glory, and riches, and stars are beyond our grasps. But a full stomach, that dream can come true!

We're English, Geoff! We know who he is!

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