Umm… stop by your rooms and insert these before taking the elevator.
What in the hell happened back there?
I believe Colonel Mustard did it in the study with the candlestick.
I mean, what’s the point in owning a mace, if you don’t use it?
Hulk smash!
You’re only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
I understand. You found paradise in America. You had a good trade, you made a good living. The police protected you and there were courts of law. So you didn’t need a friend like me. Now you come and say “Don Corleone, give me justice.” But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me “Godfather.” You come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married and you ask me to do murder - for money.
I listened to the voices, I did what they told me, and not once did I ask what’s in it for me. So now I’m saying…what’s in it for me?
I can probably think of a couple of reasons… pervert.
Norma, what I’ve had from you has been sumptuous.
Well, some men, once they get a whiff of it, they trail you like a hound.
What’s that smell in this room? Didn’t you notice it, Brick? Didn’t you notice a powerful and obnoxious odor of mendacity in this room?
Now that you mention it, I have noticed an infestation in this place.
Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bughunt?
I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
[punches alien, alien collapses unconscious]
Welcome to Earth!
Welcome to Scotland!
If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen?