“I’ve never had Turnerian whiskey, but I’ve heard about it for years. How do you recommend it? Neat? On the rocks?”
If we taint our blood with booze, we’re poisonous to eat.
There’s many drinks you’ll drink, me lads, but this one beats them all:
One hundred fifty-three and one-half percent alcohol,
A beer, brewed in a tesseract, that’ll shoot you through the roof –
And if you don’t believe me, I’ve got lots and lots of proof.
307 Ale, me lads, 307 Ale,
Are you drunk?
Not yet, sir. Not nearly enough yet.
Let’s go to the Winchester, have a pint and wait for this to all blow over.
Meanwhile, back at the Lab…
Dr. C, you’re laughing in an “I did something mad science-y” way.
Okay, Charlie! Battle Stations! I need a guinea pig for this experiment, and I know just the ‘pig’!
Maniacal laugh. Maniacal laugh. Maniacal laugh.
Laugh it up, fuzz ball.
Between a mad scientist and a jock, who would you want on your side?
I think that if I can apply myself to the situation at present, I will be able to figure it out.
Stay out of trouble!
Yeah, well, lasers are a young science… okay, there, fine, you made me say it. Now we’re both in trouble!
Look for a heap of trouble with a squiggly-minded little man on top of it, and tell him Quinn sent you.
You pathetic waste of Boglodite flesh, I would kill you now if I didn’t value my own life!
Goodbye, Citizen Chairman.
And what the hell is that smell?
And I thought they smelled bad on the outside!
You’re fired! Oh, I love how that sounds. I love that so much I’m going to say it again. You’re fired. You’re through. Oh, I love it!