Daisy, do you have to talk like that?
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I’m half crazy all for the love of you.
I’m Charlotte Taylor Wilson. I’m with the People’s Independence Committee.
Don Diego Vega. I’m with the greedy bloodsuckers.
(I don’t usually do the actual next line, but that’s too good a line not to use.)
I’m flesh and blood, but not human. I haven’t been human for two hundred years.
As a duly designated representative of the City, County and State of New York, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension.
Put the pick in there, Pete, and turn it round real neat
Whistle while you work.
Why don’t you pass the time by playing a little solitaire?
But we don’t reckon time the same way, do we, Clarice? This is all the time you’ll ever have.
And our credo: “Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc.” We gladly feast on those who would subdue us. Not just pretty words.
If you die first, I am definitely going to eat you, but the question is, if I die, what are you going to do? Bon appétit… Eat or die.
If I die, you can eat me.
Yeah? Well, I ain’t afraid to die. I just hate being killed, that’s all.
Of course, dyin’ ain’t Plan A.
Ain’t nobody ever got the Go Code yet. And old Ripper wouldn’t be giving us “Plan R” unless them Russkies had already clobbered Washington and a lot of other towns with a sneak attack.
We who are about to die, salute you.
The average Ruskie, son, don’t take a dump without a plan
Plan? There ain’t no plan!
Our job is to follow the recipe.