Java devil, you are now my bitch. |
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No need to thank me. It's my sworn duty to defend this bus station
against the ravages of evil.
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This wasn't a magic hubcap, the magic was within you all along.
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Destiny
honks the horn of gotta go.
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Wicked
men, you face the Tick!
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Oh,
awkward moment...
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...although I would like a slice of your righteous combat pie.
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Gravity
is a harsh mistress.
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A
secret message from my teeth!
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Nope.
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Nope!
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Great Molly Hatchet!
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Nope.
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I am more than just a mild-mannered accountant. |
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I
am going to become a superhero! ...You know...part time at first...
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It's really more of a moth thing.
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Well, it's been a shattering disillusionment. Goodnight.
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Apparently superheroes are just a bunch of egotistical, self-centered,
sexually frustrated kindergartners. No offense intended.
None comprehended.
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(Mr.
Fishladder) Crime fights back!
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(Mr.
Fishladder) Remember the lesson of Metcalfe!
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(Bartender
from the Lonely Panda) Suit doesn't do a lot for you. Make
you look like a Easter bunny.
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(Bartender
from the Lonely Panda) Easter bunny cannot fly.
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(Bartender
from the Lonely Panda) I think he's going to fall down a lot
and die.
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(Cell phone rings) Batmanuel... |
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I am Batmanuel!
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No, I'm telling you Falco died. Si, "Amadeus, Amadeus."
He is a dead person.
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(Cell phone rings) Batmanuel. On a roof, of course!
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Gentlemen, Captain Liberty. Once again the nation is in peril. |
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Ground one to airship. Target the Eurotrash and fire on my command...
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Death.
The eternal blink; a capricious dance of 'now you stop movin'
forever.'
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What
I wouldn't give to be in your sparkly gold moccasins today.
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Bachman
Turner Overdrive! He [The Immortal] once fought a guy who was
made entirely of blackholes! Heavy...
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Sounds
like right to me...
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We've
got to get hep to the big sneaky if we're gonna slip our dead
friend into this hotel room without being seen.
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Here's
what I don't get, chum; The Immortal talks about the hardships
of growing up poor and dyslexic, he lists all of the incredible
things that he's done and yet nowhere in his book does he mention
the fact that he's dead.
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Squeeze
the milk of life into your dirty glass and drink it warm.
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I
could throw him that far…
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Ewww!
All stiff and stale!
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Well,
look at me, babblin' like the brook that knew too much.
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Bye,
Mortie!
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Yes, well, that's the sort of skullduggery one must expect at
computer camp.
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Also, I hear he's gay. Yeah, Janet, when you pick him up at the
airport ask him if he's gay.
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Wait, five years ago you were a man. A grown man. An adult man,
waiting in the snow like a ten year old for...oh no, no, no, no,
no, this is not what men do...
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So you are a man, after all.
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Batmanuel...What?...No, slow down Janet. You WHAT?
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Don't blame yourself…even if others do…
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I'm a better hero than the Immortal; I've slept with you lots
of times and I never died.
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You're gonna get us thrown into jail, you dinks!
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I
had his official sleeping bag. The one with all the pictures of
him on it. Oh, some kid filled it with rocks and dumped it into
Lake Kennapaki.
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You're
The Immortal! You can't die!
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How
can I be a superhero in a world where The Immortal can die? He
was THE IMMORTAL!!! I'm...I'm...I'm just hypoglycemic; what chance
can I possibly have?
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(General)
I'm startin to like the cut of this man's jibberish...
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Not
so ready anymore, are we, Mr. Takin' Stuff…
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Ooh
- 'Combustible Justice!' Good one!
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Hello...I
am the Tick!
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Mandingo,
how I grok your mouth music!
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I
am the Man of La Mancha. My dream is impossible...
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You're
on a first name basis with lucidity, little friend, I have to
call it Mr. Lucidity, and that's no good in a pinch.
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What
kind of Frankenscience could make that possible?
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I
smell sweaty-drinky uncle person...
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But,
he doesn't literally KICK you, right?
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(Fiery
Blaze) Guttersnipe! Stop now or face the combustible justice
of Fiery Blaze!
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(Fiery
Blaze) Well, I think that put out his candle, Friendly.
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(Fiery
Blaze) Way to cling, fire…good and needy!
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(Fiery
Blaze) Take it from a veteran, Bunny Man; all he's saying
is 'Like me or I'll swallow a bottle of pills!'
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We're too attractive to be lonely.
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Alone is an unfortunate predicament, Lone is an aesthetic choice.
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Damn It! Stay out of mommy's hand grenades!
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Do you always have to hide behind sex?
I can't help it; it's just so big.
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(Pet
Store Clerk) What you need is a singles' chatroom, ma'am,
not some living creature!
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(Pet
Store Clerk) Well, I don't think I'm going to be able to help
you, maam. Why don't you go rent a videotape or something; instead
of ruining some poor puppy's life with your single woman hormone,
clock is ticking, impulse buying nonsense.
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(Johnny
Republic) Yeah, and he gets to wear body armor and a helmet.
And I get stuck with this little flimsy thing rignt here! One
layer of spandex. And these bright colors, man! Who do you think
they're gonna shoot at first?
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(Fishboy)
Yeah, he makes fun of my webs!
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I
am The Tick.
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Arthur,
I am a citizen of the moment. I built my white picket fence around
the "now" with a commanding view of the "soon to be".
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(Sibyl
Cyllum) Here we are at the Grand Canyon. Do you remember being
at the Grand Canyon?
I
remember vaguely making a Grand Canyon…was that the same trip?
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Dear,
I was wondering if this would be a good time to go out on patrol?
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| Might
this be an opportune moment for me to dash out and conduct a little
patrol of the area? |
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Dear
lady who thinks I'm her husband; we've been through a lot together.
The good times, the bad times, the me not allowed to go on patrol
times. We want different things. You want a home and a husband
and a family. I wan to be the yin to villainy's malevolent yang.
One of us is clearly nuts. You probably think it's me, which is
okie-dokie.
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Oh,
look at this! Can you believe this? That little weasel The Weasel
got his name on the front page again, not to mention a picture
which, by the way, just shows you what a weasel he is.
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We
got a guy stuck halfway up a robot's ass, that's what we got.
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But
really, accounting...it gives me a deep sense of satisfaction.
Balancing the books - that's the battle I want to win.
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Do
you ever stop?
Mmmmm....No!
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