One comes to mind

Would it be possible to literally cut Gloria’s heart out of her chest with a steak knife? Where did she even hear about this gig?

On second thought, doesn't Dylan have something bigger than a steak knife that I could use? I swear there was a samurai sword mounted on one of the walls when I used to come around before we moved in together. I reckon I could do a lot of damage to that geriatric bitch with one of those. Then I could stop off back here and pay Terrence the Autuer of Milk Jugs a visit too.