“Wake the Dead”! Out to the cemetery! Come on, everyone!
-BB"
Whatever’s in there has been safely hidden for two thousand years. This isn’t a tomb, it’s a prison.
We Egyptians are not permitted to dig up our ancient dead. Only foreign museums.
“Now, tell me about this one.”
“Also from Benin. 7th Century. Fula tribe I believe.”
“Naw.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“It was taken by British soldiers in Benin but it’s from Wakanda and it’s made out of vibranium. Don’t trip, I’mma take it off your hands for you.”
It has always been our policy to never trade Vibranium under any circumstances. Not because of the dangerous potential of Vibranium, but because of the dangerous potential of you.
Dem’s fighting words!
Foooood Fiiiiight!!!
We’re going streaking!
And it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry…
This war’s stopped being a joke when a girl like you doesn’t know how to wear the latest fashion.
When you lose a son in the war you do know, no matter what anyone might say, that his death has been in vain. It won’t stop others from following, other wars, other young men.
We are too old for war.
Yes, we are too old for war, but old men should stop wars.
Run away! Run away!
I invented running away.
My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.
No, Pa, that’s not what you brought me up to do, but I stopped listening to you!
We’re not driving all the way out here so you can get one of those stupid ties with the Santa Clauses on it, are we Dad?
No one is required to see Santa.
I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!
You’ll shoot your eye out, kid. Ho, ho, ho.
I look in the mirror and the only thing I recognize are these eyes.