Yeah, I remember this one. It’s where the, uh, the coyote sat his ass down in a slingshot then he strapped himself to an Acme rocket. Is that - is that what we’re doin’ here?
Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey! Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.
The earth moved. The angels wept. The Polaroids are, are, uh… are in my other coat.
Sir, those cards were in Phil Coulson’s locker, not his pocket.
Perhaps there is truth in this illusion.
Maybe he really is Mel Torme
Why can’t I ever dream of Harrison Ford?
You lack conviction.
Never convicted.
You’ll meet someone. Someone very special. Someone who won’t press charges.
No one puts Baby in the corner.
Hey, it doesn’t always have to be about you. This poor little guy’s had it rough. Seems a talking llama gave him a hard time the other day.
I hope to kiss a duck I can talk!
I’ve had it with these monkey fighting snakes on this Monday-Friday plane!
Yippie Kay-yay, Melon Farmer!
Kwan lo! I’m a lead farmer!
How is it that Thou are not a farmer?
Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a darn.
Oh, that’s our shortstop!