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Post by Julian Sharps on Jul 20, 2010 15:51:59 GMT -5
^ - James T. Kirk [William Shatner] (Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan).
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 20, 2010 15:58:54 GMT -5
Anyone who doesn't know where that came from has no right to be dabbling in science fiction...
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Jul 20, 2010 16:34:06 GMT -5
Bender: *Patriotism chip activates* "I volenteer for a suicide mission! Oh cr*p."
Zap Brannigan: "You're a brave robot son, but when I'm in command every mission is a suicide mission!"
-Futurama
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Post by Laughing Man on Jul 20, 2010 16:44:29 GMT -5
"Kif have the boy lay out my formal shorts" "The Boy sir?" "You, You lay out my formal shorts"
Professor Farnsworth: And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who's gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet.
Morbo: Morbo will now introduce tonight's candidates... PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo's good friend, Richard Nixon. Richard Nixon's Head: Hello Morbo, how's the family? Morbo: Belligerent and numerous. Richard Nixon's Head: Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family.
Dr. Zoidberg: Now Fry, it's been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? Fry: Fatal. Dr. Zoidberg: [hands Bender a wad of dollar bills] Large bet on myself in round one.
Morbo: Morbo can't understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that's shaped like a man wearing a hat. Linda: It's a T. It goes "tuh". Morbo: Hello, little man. I will destroy you!
Fry: [having quickly written a book to trap the Big Brain in] There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Big Brain: [laughing evilly] THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN!
Hermes: We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! That Guy: Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood! Amy: Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of will?
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Post by Makarova (M.I.A) on Jul 22, 2010 18:21:20 GMT -5
RT: "I believe that wolves should be compelled, by law, to lie on their sides for at least half an hour of every day and cuddle with their masters."
Makarova: "I agree. So we're all agreed then. The government should return to the wolf standard."
RT: "Yes. Just imagine it at the Bank of England. 'Good day sir, I have one pound and wish to exchange it. 'Very good.' *Hands over fully-grown Alaskan Timber wolf*
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Post by Makarova (M.I.A) on Jul 23, 2010 17:31:44 GMT -5
RT asked me to quote myself:
Me to him: And you tend to react to anything unfamiliar or unusual with violence and aggression.
Regarding his dislike of my new Chimera design with hulled autocannon, hatch instead of turret with a pintle heavy flamer, a huge exposed engine at the back and wheels instead of tracks.
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Post by Laughing Man on Jul 23, 2010 17:45:03 GMT -5
"I've selected you to lead us, not only because of your extraordinary fighting ability, but also because, in the unlikely event the Germans ever get you, they will assume from your attire that they've captured a wretched peasant and immediately send you on your way. "
"When you refer to Bailey crap I take it you mean that glorious, precision-made, British-built bridge which is the envy of the civilized world?"
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Post by ssgtdude (M.I.A) on Jul 24, 2010 15:10:16 GMT -5
Oddball: Why don't you knock it off with them negative waves? Why don't you dig how beautiful it is out here? Why don't you say something righteous and hopeful for a change? Moriarty: Crap!
Big Joe: If I hear any more threats against Captain Maitland's life, if I hear any more wild talk about going down to headquarters and killing the General, or raping the nurses at the field hospital, I'm going to strangle the guy with my bare hands! You understand that?
Crapgame: [into field phone] Hogan? Yeah, it's me. Listen... I gotta favor to ask ya. Will you quit cryin... I haven't even asked ya yet! What the Hell's the matter with you?
Big Joe: I'm going to Battalion to see if I can get some dirty movies...
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Post by StillANoob on Jul 25, 2010 6:49:17 GMT -5
From the lastest episode of RvB Simmons 'All those in favour of waking her up and letting her kill us say 'I'" Church 'I, Caboose? Caboose 'Present' Church 'No we're not doing that. Just say I.' Caboose 'You...Oops i mean me.' Church 'Noo Iiii' Caboose 'Church' Church 'Just say I!' Caboose 'Oooohh, i get it, right, sorry....My left eye or my right eye?' Church 'He votes yes.' Caboose ' I would also like it noted i was present.'
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Post by WestRider on Jul 26, 2010 12:51:06 GMT -5
"It was easier in the olden times, when our ancestors believed there were magical beings in the sky who could intervene. Our modern religions are fine for destressing from the everyday, but it would be nice to have a real lightning-throwing god to pray to about now."
- Stavros Vatta
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Jul 26, 2010 13:50:04 GMT -5
A rose by any other name would be called something else. And Galt by any other name would still fail economics.
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Post by Adam Selene on Jul 26, 2010 22:59:30 GMT -5
"While the Puppeteers were moving and terraforming planets, your species was discovering beating each other over the skull with the upper thigh bone of an antelope, since then you have developed FTL travel, you can't even imagine the advances they have made."
"The dinosaurs became extinct because they didn't have a space program."
"Look its a humorous but military inept Australian"
EDIT "Is this what they call tough love" "Nup, this is more like gentle hate"
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 28, 2010 20:14:30 GMT -5
Pygmalion seeing these to spend their times So beast-like; frighted with the many crimes That rule in women; chose a single life: And long forbore the pleasure of a wife. Meanewhile, in iuory with happy art A Statue carues; so gracefull in each part, As women neuer equall'd it: and stands Affected to the fabrick of his hands. It named Galatea, full of liuing flame; That would haue mou'd, if not with held by shame. Such Art his art conceal'd: which he admires; And from it drawes imaginary fires: Then often feeles it with his hands, to try If 'twere a body, or cold iuory. Nor could resolue. Who kissing, thought it kist: Oft courts, imbraces, wrings it by the wrist; The flesh impressing (his conceit was such) And feares to hurt it with too rude a touch. Now flatters her; now sparkling stones presents, And orient pearle (loues witching instruments) Soft-singing birds, each seuerall colour'd flowre, First Lillys, painted balls, and teares that powre From weeping trees. Rich Robes her person deck; Her lingers, rings; reflecting gems her neck; Pendants her eares; a glittering zone her brest. In all, shew'd well; but shew'd, when naked, best. Now layes he her vpon a gorgeous bed: With carpets of Sidonian purple spred. Now calls her wife. Her head a pillow prest, Of plumy downe, as if with sense possest. Now came the Day of Venus Festiuall: Through wealthy Cyprus solemniz'd by all. White heifers, deckt with golden hornes, by strokes Of axes fall: ascending incense smokes. He, with his gift, before the Altar stands: You Gods, if all we craue be in your hands, Giue me the wife I wish: one like, he said, But durst not say, giue me my iuory Maid. The golden Venus, present at her feast, Conceiues his wish; and friendly signes exprest: The fire thrice blazing, thrice in flames aspires. To his admired Image he retires: Lyes downe besides her, rais'd her with his arms; Then kist her tempting lips, and found them warme. That lesson oft repeates; her bosome oft With amorous touches feeles, and felt it soft. The iuory dimpled with his fingers, lacks Accustom'd hardnesse: as Hymettian waxe Relents with heat, which chafing thumbs reduce To pliant former, by handling fram'd for vse. Amaz'd with doubtfull ioy, and hope that reeles; Againe the Louer, what he wishes, feeles. The veines beneath his thumbs impression beat: Galatea full of iuyce and heat. The Cyprian Prince with ioy expressing words, To pleasure-giuing Venus thanks affords.His lips to hers he ioynes, which seems to melt: Blushing Galatea now his kisses felt; And fearfully erecting her faier eyes, Together with the light, her Louer spies. Venus the marriage blest which she had made.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 1, 2010 14:02:29 GMT -5
SisterGalatea (11:35:31 PM): mmmm
SisterGalatea (11:35:33 PM): heresy
SisterGalatea (11:35:37 PM): *nibbles*
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Post by Adam Selene on Aug 2, 2010 10:10:25 GMT -5
"Louis, I find your challenge verbose, in challenging a kzin a simple scream of rage is sufficent, you scream and then you leap." - speaker-to-animals, ringworld
"Things come to those who wait, but only the crappy stuff left behind by those who got off their fat @rses."
"Lets take a look at a simple demand and supply balance: redemption, everyone will mess up in their lives, sometimes on an amazing scale, but redemption can be hard to come by. I think that if we market redemption right we can corner the market and religion might just become a very successful business." - guess
EDIT - There's a fine line between not listening and not caring. I'd like to think I walk that line everyday. - church
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 2, 2010 17:48:10 GMT -5
Statmen: It looks like the pieces fit together somehow. Perhaps the make something bigger. Raynor: Are you saying that they go together to make something?
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Post by Adam Selene on Aug 11, 2010 8:34:17 GMT -5
Even if the asteroid itself hits the water, it's still hitting land. It will slam into the ocean bedrock. Now if it's a Pacific Ocean impact, which we think it will be, it will create a tidal wave about three miles high, flash boil millions of gallons of sea water. It will hit the West Coast and wash up in Denver. Japan is gone, Australia is wiped out. Half of the Earth's population will be incinerated by the heat blast, the rest will freeze to death in a nuclear winter. Basically the worst parts of the Bible.
I wanna name her Dottie after my wife. She's a vicious life-sucking b!tch from which there is no escape.
Components. American components, Russian Components, ALL MADE IN TAIWAN!
Harry, the clock on that nine-foot nuclear weapon is ticking.
You know we're sitting on four million pounds of fuel, one nuclear weapon and a thing that has 270,000 moving parts built by the lowest bidder. Makes you feel good, doesn't it?
Yes I'm watching Armageddon, right now, I'm gonig to die laughting.
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 11, 2010 11:24:38 GMT -5
Air Strikes these days are very accurate. The bombs are guaranteed to hit the ground.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 11, 2010 20:50:44 GMT -5
Mercenaries 2. Or as I like to call it Airstrikes 2: Hooray for Airstrikes. - Ben "Yatzee" Croshaw
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Post by StillANoob on Aug 15, 2010 3:18:26 GMT -5
CAAARL. What is wrong with you, Carl? Well, i kill people and i eat their hands, that's two things.
Shhh. Do you hear that? That's the sound of forgiveness. That's the sound of people drowning, Carl. That is what forgiveness sounds like. Screaming and then silence.
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Post by Machine Gun Kelly on Aug 15, 2010 6:00:42 GMT -5
"You say tomato. I say fück you." -Tshirt
"There is nothing wrong with life, that a little death can't cure" - Me
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 15, 2010 6:34:05 GMT -5
(Having been told their daughter is pregnant)
Molly MacDonald: So, haven't we heard about anything else.....like an engagement? Liz MacDonald: Oh Mummy, it's a bit early for that.
(Hector MacDonald growls in extreme discontent, and then hands a small, shiny object to his son Archie)
Archie: What are these? Hector: The keys to the shotgun rack.
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Post by Adam Selene on Aug 15, 2010 9:36:25 GMT -5
Sam - Hay, look at this guys personal add, "enjoys long walks on the beach and mindless violence" Kath - Hot
It's been really fun talking to you but I have to scream now.
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Post by ssgtdude (M.I.A) on Aug 15, 2010 10:09:01 GMT -5
t-shirt: Silence is golden, Duct tape is silver
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Post by Adam Selene on Aug 18, 2010 6:06:44 GMT -5
"My fellow Americans, I'm pleased to tell you today that I've signed legislation that will outlaw Russia forever. We start bombing in five minutes," Reagan (Raygun).
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