Hutch Mansell: Give me the goddamn kitty cat bracelet, motherfucker.
Jacket Slogan: Live fast. Die clown.
Tong: I too wish to join this fellowship of Druun buttkickery.
Ilene Andrews: The myths are real. There was a war. And they're the last ones standing.
Otto Octavius: Hello, Peter.
Moggy: Understood, but we've scorched the earth.
H: No, it's not understood. You started by saying you'd do anything, but what I'm hearing is you think you've done everything.
Mike: Understood.
Max Mercer: Homebot, search good booby traps.
Homebot: I'm sorry, the parental controls of this system restrict the term "booby."
Max Mercer: Never mind.
Katy: Who are you?
Yelena Belova: OK, you got a plan, or shall I just stay, duck, and cover?
Natasha Romanoff: My plan was to drive us away.
Yelena Belova: Well, your plan sucks.
Jim: I don't scare easy.
Liberty: I'm an honorary member at the moment, but my authorities must still be respected.
Cletus Kasady: Welcome back, Eddie Brock. It's been a long time. I miss you... so much.
Alfred Pennyworth: How do you know your team's strong enough? 'Cause if you can't bring down the charging bull, then don't wave the red cape at it.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: James, you gave up everything for her. When her secret finds its way out, it'll be the death of you.
Sonia Kincaid: I would make a great mother, don't you think?
Michael Bryce: Oh my God, a child would be so lucky to have you as its host.
Sonia Kincaid: Thank you. It must be your powerful asexuality that makes you such a good listener.
Young Lydia: So your parents were both lady part doctors?
Young Emily: No, that's a gynecologist, my parents were geneticists.
Jo: You cut me.
Dylan 'D' Forrester: I needed a scream.
Jo: What's wrong with you?
Ringo: Funny thing about safe deposit boxes... ain't nothing safe about them.