Everything is food, food, food. Everything is food.
Whoa, whoa, guys! The power’s everything. Power is
everything.
Baby… by the power invested in me, as God of my world… I pronounce us husband and wife.
Consider that a divorce.
Is it too late for us to be romantically involved?
At 15 I became an evolutionist; and it all became clear. We came from mud. And after 3.8 billion years of evolution, at our core is still mud. Nobody can be a divorce lawyer and doubt that.
I’ve invested five good years in my marriage to Rex and I’ve nailed his ass fair and square. Now I’m going to have it stuffed, mounted, and have my lady friends come over and throw darts at it.
T. Rex doesn’t want to be fed. He wants to hunt.
You have your fear which might become reality. And you have Godzilla, which is reality.
Damn Godzilla… You’re mistaken if you think your powers are a match for Mechagodzilla.
As you can see, my young apprentice, your friends have failed. Now, witness the firepower of this fully ARMED and OPERATIONAL battle station! Fire at will, Commander!
Hey, I think someone just shot a torpedo at us!
We’ve got nothing to do with the war. Maybe that’s why we’re on this ship, cause we’re not good enough to fight. Cause our glands don’t secrete enough adrenaline, or our great-great- grandmothers were afraid of the dark or something.
What’s our mission? Rescue Gilligan?
These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett and desperate measures are called for…
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking.
All things being equal, I’d rather be in Philadelphia.
Uh, yeah, being concertmaster for the Philadelphia Symphony is one of our most popular choices.
All right, that’s it! I’ve had it with you, and the house, and Max, and the orchestra and everything!
What’s the answer to life, the universe, and everything?