Oh, Brother. You Cut Off Your Own Son's Arm, And You Still Lost.

Flock Off, Feather-Face

Let's Go All The Way To Hell

How About A Kiss For Your Little Brother? Or Better Yet, How About A Kiss From This?

We Are The Sons Of Sparda. Within Each Of Us Lies His Blood. But More Importantly His Soul!

That's The Only Kind Of Gift Worth Giving.

I Should've Been The One To Fill Your Dark Soul With Light!

Dude, My Father Wasn't So Hideous. Can't You Tell By Looking At Me?

This Is My Kind Of Rain

Jackpot!

I guess somewhere out there even a grooga may grooga