Everything you see belongs to me, to one degree or another. The beggars and newsboys and quick thieves here in Paradise, the sailor dives and gin mills and blind tigers on the waterfront, the anglers and amusers, the she-hes and the Chinks. Everybody owes, everybody pays. Because that's how you stand up against the rising of the tide.
Bill the Butcher (God, Gangs of New York was a such as good movie)
"Alright, I've been thinking - When life gives you lemons? DON'T make lemonade! Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to with these!? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I am the man that will burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"
Sinclair: "The likelihood of us finding anything down there are pretty slim. It's probably just an automated homing beacon left over from hundreds of years ago."