Boondocks Saints Quotes Novels & Stories

******** Quote of The Day: "I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?"

This immediately pisses Dominic off and he snaps back, “The last time I checked you were the Three Stooges.” “Which,” Joseph says as he just can’t help himself, “It makes you a bit dumber than us.” Anthony is the first to protest, “You are so dumb you just called yourself dumb.” Dominic only continues to snap back, “What do they say, it takes one to know one.” “Did your lame ass just come up with that?” Mathew asks. “At least I have an ass.” “That is about all you got going for you.” “At least I got something going. You probably have not seen a pussy for years.”

“No, doofus, the joke is on you. You are going to go to prison. Your pretty face is going to get not-so-pretty. You are going to do hard labor, something I am sure you have zilch idea how to do. Heaven help you, you don’t offend the wrong person and end up being dead before your time is fully served. And do you know the greatest horror of it all? It is going to be forever recorded that you went to prison. You are going to be seen by everyone as an ex-con.” “No, the joke is on you smart-mouth. It is on you for thinking my father the saint and me the devil. That man hated his brother enough to kill him. Take the life of his brother’s beautiful wife just as the life of his own wife was taken by

“Saint used to say the same thing when he got accused of stealing from the treasury. You remember that?” I stared at him, my jaw tight. “Yeah. I also remember you were the one counting the cash.” The room went dead quiet. For a heartbeat, I thought he might hit me. Instead, he laughed — loud, bitter, forced. “You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that.” He turned away, still laughing. “You think you can dig up ghosts and not end up joining them?” “I’m not scared of ghosts,” I said. He stopped, turned just enough to show me the edge of his smirk. “You should be. The living are worse.”

Lula whistled, ran a finger over the coke. “We’re not just rich. We’re untouchable.” I walked to Saint, still chained, cock half-hard from fear. I grabbed it, squeezed till he groaned. “You set me up tonight,” I whispered. “Thought you’d watch Dax break me, then take it all. Wrong move.” I nodded to Jax. My brother—shaking, but eyes clear—picked up a big wrench. I kissed Saint’s cheek. “Start with the fingers. He won’t need them anymore.”

Zane Saint: Talk to me. Saint: Fallon... Saint: I'm sorry. Saint: We need to talk. Saint: Look, ignore me all you want but I refuse to go away. I'm like a disease. I stared down at my phone. In all my desperation, I was pretty sure I just told the girl I care about that I was like a disease. And I wasn't even drunk. It was a completely sober text. Damn it. Saint: But a good disease.

“Of course she is. No argument there. You do raise her, shelter her, and risk your peace of mind over every breath she takes. My mistake.” I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the silence stretch. “You think this is funny?” I say finally. “Tristan,” Saint replies, and this time there’s no amusement — just that quiet, dangerous calm that makes the skin of weaker men crawl. “You spent years running from shadows. Try not to become one. Sometimes the devil you see isn’t the one waiting to burn you.” I grip the phone tighter. “Is that a threat, Padre?” “It’s advice. You should try taking it once in a while.”

I looked at the deadbolt. "Oh, for f**k’s sake, don't give me that look!" Ignatius slammed the bottle onto the table. Red wine splattered my ruined shirt. "I’m trying here! I’m being the man you fell for. The one who protected you. The Saint. Remember? I was your goddamn Saint!"

I said coldly, "Winona, I never realized you were such a saint. You're willing to offer yourself up just to fulfill someone's wish? So, if any random person asked you to sleep with them, you'd do that too?" "Of course not!" she shot back without hesitation. I laughed bitterly. "So, Julian's special to you then. You never got over him these past five years, right?" Winona shouted, "I already told you it was only to make sure he didn't leave this world with regrets. Why are you being so petty about this? Besides, I showed up to the wedding on time today, didn't I? What more do you want from me?"

Saint scolds. "Because out there? It isn't a keyboard and a screen. It’s lead and blood." Studying him, the relaxed posture and the quiet confidence, a different question forms. "Why Saint? Because you have the patience of one?" He chuckles, a low, rich sound. "Because I deliver miracles on the asphalt. When an op goes to hell and the bullets are flying, I’m the patron saint of getting the team out alive." "Modest." "No need for bullshit modesty when you know you’re the best. Besides, Butcher took a scary name, and Kirill doesn't need one. He just walks into a room and people start praying."