Dogma: Love is dead and never existed. All you ever did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.
Rex: Are you okay?
Dogma: Fives stole my fucking garlic bread.
Dogma: Love is dead and never existed. All you ever did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.
Rex: Are you okay?
Dogma: Fives stole my fucking garlic bread.