[Chatting with his subordinate.] "Tell me, who do you think will be the one to get through all this mist and claim the collapsed Nest in the end? The Middle, the Ring, and the Pinky seem to be too occupied with their own business to take part in this strife, so that's a relief."

[Noticing that one of his "families" has been consistently failing to attend meetings.] "Still recovering, I see... thanks for the report. Cut those friends off. We don't need a toothless mutt that can't rearm itself with that much time."

[Responding to an Index messenger warning him to not go to the Library.] "Tell the zealots of the Index remaining in L Corp's territory this: Once we've sorted out this matter, we shall pull out their teeth and tongues, and feed them to the hounds as punishment for insulting the Thumb. Although you won't be alive to relay that message with your own mouth."