Xavier quotes from Xavier: Renegade Angel

What's that, Mother Earth? You say this factory is poisoning you? And you need my help? What's that? You want me to repeat everything you say?

Been saving myself for marriage, or at least consent.

The pride I feel for finally fingering my father's killer is dampened only by the fact that I promised to kill my father's killer. I fingered myself. To death.

I, alone, stride along to strive alone to unify all men in the greasy heat of my unifrier.

This happy place holds magic meaning, for 'twas my mother's nickname. Truckers, delivery guys, men coming in and out of the house all day called her the Grand Canyon, but I never knew why. It's just a great wide gash, spread open for the enjoyment of all to come inside as he pleases and pleasures. Often there's a donkey in there. (Sees a man and woman on the road grieving) Hee-huh?!

A dead child is like pudding. The proof is in the fact that he probably looked like pudding when he got hit by that car. And I think it's time you be pudding his chocolate memory to rest.

Pills are just a psychotropic bond-aid on a biochemical crutch. I took a pill once, and I woke up with a booty hole the size of a wine bottle, fat end first. But did I whine? No, I turned to the bottle. And when I woke up from that, I met up with you fine folks to warn you about pills.

By the end of the day, you will have forgotten all about your dead turtle -- I mean son. (gasps) See?

Where I come from, sharing love without making a profit is called being a whore. And the working conditions here are whorifying.

You've woken the yellow dragon! I've got to act now! This is the 9/11 of noise, the Chernobyl of chanting, the Hiroshima of humping, the Nagasaki of nookie, the Dachau of Auschwitzes!

This is what the tandem cycle of random violence breeds. A vengeful black hit-sludge with a grudge hath wrought the reaper you've sown in the goo of your guilt, as the Créme de your karma is roosting home to harm ya. It always ends up boning the poor.

I came for nuttin' and I got nuttin', like I never came.

As long as one man goes hungry; no one should eat until everyone is full.

I'll be your violence absorber, your cosmic sponge of aggression, sucking off all the machismo you can sploot my way. I'll let these kit shickers kit the shick out of me and then let them shove the kack of their human shick in my face. I'll let them kick the bejesus out of me and then rub the bejeez into my hair. I'll take your licks and bounce for you.

I'm too late. If I'd abetted this poor meat in time, he'd still be a delicious man.

Healed?! In this odd dominion, driving backwards over people can mend em.

People, hurry! Get in the way! I'm committing vehicular man-burger helper and it tastes like pure liquid relief. Best part is I'm helping the Earth, getting negative 30 miles to the gallon.

Oh, the cops wanna horn in on my heal deal. I'll let 'em co-bask in my reflected glory.

Huh. I seem to have bruises and lumps on my face.

Four words, men. Thanks. Count 'em 'n' weep.

[while his head cut off in a basket] Ooh, free shrimp.

I don't feel so good. My tummy hurts.