Hilary: Hey, dad, I have a personal errand to run and I need to borrow the car.
Jim: Well, you can't drive without me yet and somebody's got to stay here with your sisters.
Hilary: Dad, I have a personal errand.
Jim: What does that even mean? You taking a hit out on somebody?
Lou: Dad, she's monsterating.
Jim: What?
Hilary: I have my period.
Jim: Oh, I forgot you get those.
Moose: Does it always have to end up in a big, giant dance battle?
Hanley: Know what we used to call you Peter? The November Man. Cause after you passed through, nothing lived. You were one bleak motherfucker, my friend.
Artemisia: You fight much harder than you fuck.
Sunset Shimmer: A demon. I turned into a raging she-demon.
Pinkie Pie: And tried to turn everyone here into teenage zombies for your own personal army.
Howard Howe: We survive at all costs. Only to butcher again. And again. Until we ourselves are at last butchered in turn.
Constantine: My name will go down as the greatest thief of all time!
Dominic Badguy: You mean our names, right?
Constantine: Of course. My name first, then spacebar, spacebar, spacebar... Your name.
Lucile Angellier: Hardly a word of our true feelings had ever been spoken. Not a single word about love.
Todd Burpo: What if you have an experience so far beyond your own experience, it's irrational. What then?
Edward Newgate: You're mad!
Silas Lamb: We're all mad Dr. Newgate. Some are simply not mad enough to admit it.
Will McKenzie: Meanwhile, I was chasing a girl I had recently fingered to sleep.
Newt: Great, we're all bloody inspired.
Jewel: We are not people, we're birds. We have to get out into the wild and be birds, Blu.
Karate Kid: The greatest super villain of all time? More like Lex Loser!
Vinnie Van Lowe: I'm the reason people know that Anne Hathaway has a vagina.
Agent Buchanan: We're all gonna need someone to blame when thing goes sideways.
Colonel Stevens: It's already sideways.
Noah: We broke the world - we did this. Man did this. Everything that was beautiful, everything that was good, we shattered. Now, it begins again.
Rick Carver: Only one in a hundred's gonna get on that ark, son. Every other pour soul's gonna drown.