My legs… they’re broken.
All hail Bran the Broken, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Six Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
I’m a Rogue Night Elf, don’t you people read character descriptions?
[complaining to his father and brother about his role in the school play ] I’d rather go out on the stage in my underwear than kiss a girl!
Do you still remember your first kiss?
Alright. Last night you gave me some excellent advice regarding my problem here at home. You kissed me, and then vomited on and off for forty minutes. Following which you passed out on your bathroom floor.
See, that’s it! Everybody always comes to you for advice.
It’s always good to try to understand other people’s feelings.
It’s all right to know feelings come and feelings go.
Sometimes your movements are so lifelike, I forget you’re not a real boy.
The rules are a lot easier on grownups than they are for little boys.
Do you believe in vampires, little boy?
Little buddy!
But you haven’t eaten yet. Perhaps you wish to reproduce?
I believe that one day Sheldon will eat an enormous amount of mee krob and spilt into two Sheldons.
Being split in two halves is no theory with me, Doctor. I have a human half, you see, as well as an alien half, submerged, constantly at war with each other. Personal experience, Doctor. I survive it because my intelligence wins out over both, makes them live together.
- They didn’t give us any homework. It’s not the kind of test in intelligence.
- I guess they don’t teach intelligence in the Second Grade.
Research journal, entry one: I’m about to embark on one of the great challenges of my career: teaching Penny physics. I’m calling it Project Gorilla.
We’re gonna get audited, we’re gonna be evicted, we’re going BANKRUPT! Our lives are over Millie, all my hard work gone in a flash! Ohhh I should’ve been a theater critic, I have objectively correct opinions.
“We are I.R.S. agents. We do not pack.”
“Well, do something. For goodness sake. Threaten them with an audit.”