Well why don’t you make HER the Kwisatz Haderach!
Alia: Paul has drunk the water of life! Game over, man!
Well why don’t you make HER the Kwisatz Haderach!
Alia: Paul has drunk the water of life! Game over, man!
“You don’t have to run, Logan.”
“Everybody runs.”
“Now, I am Magneto the White”
“The ring can only be destroyed in the fiery ritual of Carousel.”
“Captain Needa! The ship no longer appears on our scopes!”
“Impossible! No ship that small has an interociter!”
My daughter, when she was about three or so, tried to make sense of what Daddy was looking up on the internet or watching on DVD by asking me about “Space, Over 9000!”
Hey! I used to love Space Odyssey: 1999
“To date, no THX9000 has ever malfunctioned”
In one of the countless billions of galaxies in the universe, lies a medium-sized star, and one of its satellites, a green and insignificant planet, can kiss my shiny, metal ass.
It was a phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range. Aragorn gave it a new name and called it Andúril, Flame of the West.
I am known as “The Keeper,” and I come from a world…
Wait a minute, aren’t you that guy that brought that robot to Earth back in the '50s?
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Sure, it was named Mort, or Bort–“Clatter, Banana, Nixon”; something like that.
Silence! I’ll destroy you all!
“CRUSH! KILL! DESTROY!”
Uh-oh, wrong robot.
Monsters from the Ix!
Ah-ha, there it is, Dr. Quest’s new Para-Power Gun. And now, my robot friend, pay attention. Approach it. Examine it. Learn it well so you can come back here with all its secrets safely stored in your memory cells.
That does not compute.
We are the Borg. You will be exterminated!
Avengers assimilate!
One of my old sig lines:
“Ah, Kirk, my old friend. I wonder if you are familiar with the old Vorlon proverb, ‘The avalanche has started, it is too late for the pebbles to vote.’”
Scotty: Captain, I canna change the three Laws of Robotics!
There’s no right, there’s no wrong, there is only Zuul.
Alright you primitive screwheads, listen up! You see this? This is my boomstick! The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart gave you the gift of the boomstick. The boomstick is good! The penis is evil!
“Phone home, Yoda will.”
Or to beat a slightly stunned horse:
“A killing word, my name is.” -Yod’ib
^ Thread winner!
Yoda “Do, or do not. There is no try.”
Luke “Are you crazy? Is that your problem?”