Shinzaemon Shimada: No mercy! There's no samurai code or fair play in battle! No sword? Use a stick. No stick? Use a rock. No rock? Use your fists and feet! Lose your life, but make the enemy pay.
Robin Longstride: Rise, and rise again. Until lambs become lions.
Dave Stutler: I'm afraid of flying on planes!
Balthazar Blake: Well, today's your lucky day 'cause I brought an eagle.
Ghost: Aye, business is business. And money is money. I never said we were friends. Me and Lily however.
Gaga: I guarantee it, I absolutely guarantee it. You just cost me 5 million dollars you ancient fuck. I'm going to eat your brains with a spoon, do you hear me? I'm going to eat your fucking brains with a spoon.
Charlie: Wait, wait a minute, this can't be happening to me. I'm nobody. I'm just a waitress! I don't even own a car.
Miller: I thought we were all on the same side?
Martin Brown: Don't be naive.
Perseus: Everyone I loved was killed by the gods.
Tamina: The gods have a plan for you. A destiny.
Libby: You tell everyone you know! That anytime some stupid fucking bastard wants to commit some gay ass crime that Crimson Bolt and Boltie are gonna be there to crush their little fucking evil heads in.
Young Robin: Twenty rounds a second and you're still too slow.
Quentin Turnbull: You see, with weapons like these, one day we shall be able to level continents. But we'll have to content ourselves with starting small.
Robyn Mathers: You are dangerous.
Ellie Linton: That's what my driving instructor says.
P.K. Highsmith: Ay, ay, ay! You shut your face! If I wanna hear you talk, I'll shove my arm up your ass and work your mouth like a puppet! You hear me? You hear me?!
Edgar Frog: Death to all vampires?
Alan Frog: Maximum body count.
Edgar Frog: We are awesome monster bashers.
Alan Frog: The meanest.
Edgar Frog: The baddest.
Johnny Knoxville: I'm Johnny Knoxville and this is Roller Buffalo.
Mr. Goodman: The piranha hunt in packs. The first bite draws blood, blood draws the pack.
Ronald: If you truly love something or somebody, laundry man, you get as far away from 'em as possible. Cause we're sand, they're flowers.
Markus Kane: Joey. Joey. The box, with its implications of rigidity and squareness, symbolizes unimaginative thinking and painful frustration.
Cinema Snob: The point I'm trying to get across is fuck you.
Nostalgia Critic: Fuck you.
Cinema Snob: Fuck you.
Nostalgia Critic: Fuck you.
JewWario: Oh, won't somebody think of the children?