Narrator: Ready for a story about superheroes? Ugh, more TV superheroes. Just what the world needs. Be honest, have you hung yourselves yet? Or, what if I told you this was actually a story about super-zeroes? Losers. Achingly pathetic meta-human goose eggs. How about it? Ready to feel better about your own miserable lives for the next hour or so? Follow me. Our story begins, as such stories do, with a visit to a Nazi. I'm sorry. Cobbler.
Loki: You're taking me somewhere to kill me?
Mobius M. Mobius: No, I'm taking you some place to talk.
Loki: Well, I don't like to talk.
Mobius M. Mobius: But you do like to lie. Which you just did, 'cause we both know you love to talk.
Narrator: Another challenge for the Green Hornet, his aide Kato, and their rolling arsenal, the Black Beauty. On Police records a wanted criminal, Green Hornet is really Britt Reid, owner-publisher of the Daily Sentinel, his dual identity known only to his secretary and to the district attorney. And now, to protect the rights and lives of decent citizens, rides THE green hornet."
Chapter 7: In the Name of Honor - S1-E7
Cad Bane: I'm here to negotiate on behalf of the Pyke Syndicate.
Boba Fett: I don't negotiate with gutless murderers.
Cad Bane: If that's not the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.
The Watcher: I am the Watcher. I am your guide through these vast new realities. Follow me, and dare to face the unknown, and ponder the question: what if?
80's Batman: This isn't a mudhole. It's an operating table. And I'm the surgeon.
Terry McGinnis: Look, if you had any proof they were going to do something, it would be different. But I'm not going to change my plans because of a hunch.
Bruce Wayne: Batman would.
Terry McGinnis: Hey, I put my life on the line all the time. One night isn't going to make any difference.
Bruce Wayne: One night always makes the difference.
Flavius Aetius: There is only one fathomable reason why you are here. You need me.
Placidia: Why would I need you?
Flavius Aetius: If I had to guess, I say that the Hunss are on the move again and you and the rest of Rome are pretified with fear.
Placidia: There are rumors of a new warlord amongst the southern tribes. Attila, do you know him?
Flavius Aetius: No, but I know King Rua. And that is what matters.
Chivers: You might want to try for a pheasant, m'lord. I'll get the guns.
Lord Brett Sinclair: Thank you, Chivers. A good idea.
Danny Wilde: You still shoot peasants around here, huh?
Little John: Taxes we do not like.