Speak to me only in Science Fiction

I call upon the great god Dyzan, and for his greater glory, and for our mutual pleasure, I will destroy you utterly.

Then he lives. You do not.

I am Groot!

He doesn’t know which of us I am these days, but they know one truth.

I am who I am. Now let’s see how much I can do.

Pull up your pants, Romeo.

Who am I? I am Susan Ivanova, Commander. Daughter of Andre and Sophie Ivanov. I am the right hand of vengeance and the boot that is going to kick your sorry ass all the way back to Earth, sweetheart! I am death incarnate, and the last living thing that you will ever see. God sent me.

“Your Grace," she said, “I have only one question. Do you wish this man crippled, or dead?”

Give him death … by snoo-snoo!

Snoo? What’s “snoo”?

I hope the next time you play with yourself, you go blind.

Within our lifetimes, we’ve marveled as biologists have managed to look at ever smaller and smaller things.

Don’t you know who I am? I’m the shrinking woman, I’m Pat Kramer.

I think you’ll find he won’t agree to anything that would make Kareen unhappy. Or smaller. Or unsafe.

We can’t very well crowd a six-foot man into a two-foot puddle.

You are like a baby. Making noise, don’t know what to do.

“I caught a baby for you!” cried Mark.

Congratulations, Reg. It’s a… squid.

Your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for.

The whole planet Houston?