I’ve hired you to help me start a war. It’s a prestigious line of work with a long and glorious history.
I don’t mean to pry, but do you have six fingers on that right hand of yours?
Never go in against a Sicillian when death is on the line.
I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.
I've got my country's five hundredth anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it. I'm swamped.
Who kills Prince Humperdinck? At the end? Somebody’s got to do it!