"Course you do. You're the one who made him insane. And you, you annoyed the shit out of him, which made him even crazier. You have idea much that's affected us, the people who work for him?"

"Was that the spell or just nature taking its course?"

"You won't do it. You won't fucking shoot me. You won't fucking shoot me. You won't fucking shoot me! You won't fucking shoot me!"

"I have been, and always shall be, your friend. The power is yours."

"What...is...happening to me!?"

"Oh hey, I know him!"

"Dude. That's my heart."

"It's true what they say. She who lives by the psionic blade dies by the psionic blade."

"Hey, you're kinda hot. What're you doing tonight?"

"Dude, what are you on? 'Cause I want some."

"Hm. So God lied to me. That seems like a dick move."

"See you on the other side, man."

"Don't go staking my heart."

"You're right, Critic. You and your friends. You were right about everything. Goodbye."

"...TO BEEEEE!!!"

"You know, I came as close as anybody's ever come to killing the Batman. I shot him in the chest. [gets shot in the chest by Dr. Evil] Crazy. [Dr. Evil: Go back to the swamp, Shreck.]"

"...or not..."

"Here, take the info. It's not complete, but it'll get them started. Go. Find the new artifact."

"Tsk tsk tsk. Wrong answer."

"Oh, it's just as my fortune cookie predicted."

"My wife's gonna kill me..."

"Too much information!"

"It's the only thing more powerful than a Red Shell. If we simply built—"

"How much time do you need? (Agent Washington: Whatever you can get me. When the EMP goes off-) When it goes off, I'll be fine. It only affects computers, remember? And I am a mother fucking ghost."

"I-I don't know. Does he have homeowners' insurance?"

"(Sheila: Warning. Warning. System failing.) Sheila! Damage report! Now! (Sheila: Rear stabilizer offline. Navigations offline. And my system clock does not match interior records.) Did Gamma get loose? (Sheila: Negative. But I do not know how much longer I can contain him.) Computer. What about there? In the canyon. Can we land? (Sheila: Analyzing data.) Just tell me! Can you get us there? (Sheila: I am unable to calculate-) Sheila! Give me manual controls now! (Sheila: Acknowledged. Manual controls activated. Warning. Decompression. Rear doors opening.) Where are they going? Close the hatch! (Sheila: Rear doors open.) Wait! (Sheila: Acknowledged.) What's happening? (Sheila: Warning. Altitude critical. Brace for impact.) Hold on everyone! Hold on! Everybody just hold on!"

"Should we break it?"

"Wait- wait. Tex. Don't- don't let 'em-"

"No, that's our job. To win the war at any cost. (Church: Yeah, well good luck. Now that we have you, all we need to do is stop O'Malley. And Tex'll be more that happy to do that.) Oh, on the contrary, my friend. Now that she knows our plan, not only will she not stop us, our dear Tex is going to help us."

"Hey, did we always have this human-sized box here?"

"Sorry I'm late, traffic was a nightmare on Elm Street!"

"Thank you, son. Feeling much bet-... better. Ahh! (Church: What? What's the matter?) That medication it-it didn't have... Ow! Aspirin in it did it. I'm allergic to asperin. (Church: Ummm!) Can't feel honches, spleen failing, glutes... glutinizing. Church... before I die... I have to tell you something incredibly important. I hold the key to our victory here. (Church: What? What is it?) Herrrr (Church: Aw crap!) Blaghhhh"

"Oh come on, Wash. What're you gonna do? Sh- (Wash: Yes.)"

"My quest is over... I can see the flag... It's so, flappy... Hegh-bleahhh!"

"(C.T.: Yes! Great shot Jones!) Thanks! But it's actually pronounced Jo-enn-ess, sir!"

"What in the hell is that thing? Oh son of a-"

"(In spanish) Someone explain what's going on."

"Capable?! This is the greatest day of my redshirt li—"

"(Wyoming: Looks like it's your lucky day, mate.)Oh, thank God! (Wyoming: Don't have time to torture you, so I'm just going to have to kill you.) What? Oh man, this sucks!"

"Perhaps the next time around."

"Oh, please! That fudge-finger couldn't hit me! No, wait. I'm gonna die. Herk, blow me."