[Copious amounts of sugar. Cornstarch slurry. Everything took on the color of blood and thicken it up just a touch. How does this come? Two scoops of rice, mac salad, homemade pickles.]
[Faces on the walls. Invisible faces on the walls. Faces of criminals. Faces of animals. Telling me to cut up your corpse. Telling me to paint in your blood.]
[That is the quickest I've ever seen it done. -Blood was soaking through the white fabric in large patches. Mm, I liked that little rye note in there.]
[Filled myself with soot from top to bottom. I'm a smokestack. Turnin' blood into booze. Now my liver's on fumes. Little alcoholic. I'm always beating myself up. Why did I have to play so rough? I tried to get the hell out. And I'm standin' in my own way.]
[Whose blood runs warm in ev'ry vein.]
[Every leader has blood on her hands.]
[Nobody does it like Vinny does it. Pan con bistec. Magnus Feodorovich was instantly offended. FIERI: "Vinny" is short for Vinicio Marin Gomez, whose kitchen magic runs in his blood.]
[Well it's hard times for some. For others it's sweet. Someone makes money when there's blood in the street. Don't take any lip. Stay in line. Everybody's talking at the same time.]
[When we break down. When we fall apart. You'll be there. Smiling ear to ear and. Splashing around in our blood. Screaming, Goddamnit, I cannot get enough.]
[Rabbit, blood running from its mouth.]
[Whose blood runs warm in ev'ry vein.]
[Dawn does it all in the kitchen. FIERI: That's chef Dawn Sellars, who cashed in her 401(k) in 2012 to Mary felt her blood run cold inspired by her favorite superheroes. So, Sandwich League after "Justice League"? Yes.]
[Blood dripped softly onto the snow.]
[Filled myself with soot from top to bottom. I'm a smokestack. Turnin' blood into booze. Now my liver's on fumes. Little alcoholic. I'm always beating myself up. Why did I have to play so rough? I tried to get the hell out. And I'm standin' in my own way.]
[Pan con bistec. Magnus Feodorovich was instantly offended. FIERI: "Vinny" is short for Vinicio Marin Gomez, whose kitchen magic runs in his blood.]
[[ Laughs ] HUNTER: The quill from a buzzard, blood writes the word. I want to know, am I the sky or a bird, but hell's boiling over and heaven is full? HUNTER: We're chained to the world and we all gotta pull.]
[Darling dear, what have you done? Your hands and face are smeared with blood.]