My interest is energy - transference of energy.
It has nothing to do with Satan, Mama. It’s me. Me. If I concentrate hard enough, I can move things.
Whenever Rogue touches someone, she takes their energy: their life force. In the case of mutants, she absorbs their gifts for a short while; in your case your ability to heal.
He needs Elvish medicine now.
What the fuck are you? A drug counsellor… or a drug dealer? If you don’t deal your own product, what kind of businessman are you?
We’re on a mission from God.
If He’s gonna test us, why doesn’t He give us a written?
You take these answers and give them to Reverend Big Mouth and you say that God says he’s a phony. And also tell him, if he wants to get rich, fine, tell him to sell earth shoes. But, personally, tell him, I’d like him to shut up.
Shoes like these should not be locked in a closet!
The shoes are tragic!
Then close your eyes, and tap your heels together three times.
Four shalt thou not count, nor shalt thou count two, unless thou immediately proceedest to three. Five is right out.
Them clothes got laundry numbers on them. You remember your number and always wear the ones that has your number. Any man forgets his number spends a night in the box.
I’m uh, investigating a laundry folding machine with a bad case of demon possession.
What we generally do - in this country… is one guy brings the items and the other guy pays him. No tickee, no laundry!
In the absence of light, darkness prevails. There are things that go bump in the night, Agent Myers. Make no mistake about that. And we are the ones who bump back.
We’re “them.” We’re “they.” We are the Men in Black.
The Shadow knows.
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^ If you’re asking which movie it’s from–Hellboy.