ABSLOM DAAK: Your little bow tie, Doctor. I hate it.

(Abslom Daak unties the Doctor's bow tie and eats it)

ABSLOM DAAK: And now I ate it.

DOCTOR: Is that a haiku?

ABSLOM DAAK: Forged in hate. Tempered in war. My whetstone was the murder of my beloved. My scabbard is the oily leather of bug-eyed rage 'n beer. I know... only... violence.