If I tried to talk to her about it, she'd just pick a fight about something else.

When I went to his little dresser, all his things were folded so neatly. His socks were all rolled up. Everything of Lori's was just a mess.

I think it was self-punishment. Her son was dead, and she didn't think she deserved anything because of it.

He's a hell of a back. We just tried to get him to fight through this because it always comes around. I think he felt he didn't have a chance and wasn't going to play no matter what he did.

If you must fight, pick only worthy adversaries.

They say some of these rats are so big that if they wanted to, they could pick a fight with a small dog.