Welcome. Come in, sit down, kick your feet up and let the good times roll.
As a young boy, I dreamed of being a baseball, but tonight I say, we must move forward, not backward, upward not forward, and always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom.
J: Did you see the Little Mermaid on TV last night? That Ariel, she's so hot! O: Dude, she's a mermaid. J: Yeah, Oz. But not when she's on land.
Don't you worry about Planet Express, let me worry about blank.
I'd never done a crazy thing in my life before that night. Why is it, that if a man kills another man in battle it's called heroic; yet if he kills a man in the heat of passion, it's called murder?
Laugh it up, fuzzball!
Wow, these are great! There like sex, except that I'm having them.
V: Inconceivable! I: You keep using that word. I do not think it means, what you think it means.
F: Oh, how reckless of me. I made you all wet. J: Yes, but my martini is still dry.
On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero.
M: The Slayer? I thought you were a myth. B: Well, you were myth-taken.
Your logic does not resemble our earth-logic.
Stealing! How could you? Haven't you learned anything from that guy who gives those sermons at church? Captain what's-his-name? We live in a society of laws. Why do you think I took you to all those Police Academy movies? For fun? Well I didn't hear anybody laughing, did you? Except at that guy who made sound effects. VTT, VTT! BRRR! Heh heh heh. Where was I? Oh yeah — stay out of my booze.
I don't try to understand Branagan's Law. I merely enforce it.
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I can't live the buttoned down life like you. I want it all: the dizzying highs, the terrifying lows, the creamy middles! Sure, I might offend a few of the blue-noses with my cocky stride and musky odour - oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called 'City Fathers' who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about what's to be done with this Homer Simpson? You know how at the end of a long day at work, you get into your apartment, and throw your coat on a chair? Well, in her apartment, instead of a chair, its a pile of garbage. And instead of your coat, its a pile of garbage. And instead of the end of the day, its the end of time and garbage is all that's survived.
A gun rack... a gun rack. I don't even own A gun, let alone many guns, that would necessitate an entire rack. What am I gonna do... with a gun rack? You can't leave me! I'm the alpha, lady! I'M THE OMEGA, BABY!
It's got a cop motor, a 440 cubic inch plant, it's got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. Home, Crap, Home.
