Everything will be all right. You are in my hands. I am here to protect you. You have nowhere to go. You have nowhere to go.
Her father had not saved her; the beasts had.
Not to go on all-Fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
“What is the secret duty of the Scanner?”
“To keep secret our law, and to destroy the acquirers thereof.”
Oh, come on now, Doris. Do I look like a maniac who goes around killing girls?
Yeah, we call it human nature.
Humans of Earth, I come in peace. You need not fear me, I mean you no harm. However, it is important to note that most of you will not survive the next 24 hours. The few of you that do survive will be enslaved and experimented upon. You should, in no way, take any of this personally. It’s just business. So to recap, I come in peace, I mean you no harm, and you all will die. Gallaxhar out.
There’s no point in acting surprised about it. All the planning charts and demolition orders have been on display at your local planning department in Alpha Centauri for 50 of your Earth years, so you’ve had plenty of time to lodge any formal complaint and it’s far too late to start making a fuss about it now.
Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s…
Are you an angel? Has the time come? I’ve been waiting so long.
So, once he’s done with the firstborn, Loki takes his friend Bartleby out for a post-slaughter drink. And over many rounds, they get into this discussion about whether or not murder in the name of God is okay. And in the end, Bartleby convinces Loki to quit his position and take a lesser one that doesn’t involve slaughter. So - very inebriated - Loki tells God he quits, throws down his fiery sword, and gives Him the finger. Which ruins it for the rest of us, because from that day forward, God decreed that all angels could no longer imbibe alcohol. Hence all the spitting.
Wine is like…grape juice plus.
Look out! Because pollutants can change us. And not just chemical and biological ones - cultural ones, as well.
Nobody dares to solve the problems-because the solution might contradict your philosophy, and for most people clinging to beliefs is more important than succeeding in the world.
“You trust beyond reason.”
“Yes. It’s how I get results beyond hope.”
I find that highly illogical.
Ho, ho, ho! Well, if it isn’t fat stinking billy goat Billy Boy in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!
Captain Amelia: [to a protesting Doppler] Let me make this as… monosyllabic as possible. I… don’t much care for this crew you hired. They’re…
[to Arrow]
Captain Amelia: how did I describe them, Arrow? I said something rather good this morning before coffee.
Mr. Arrow: ‘A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots,’ ma’am.
Captain Amelia: [to Doppler] There you go, poetry.
What the devil could it be? he asked himself over and over again. Then he recognized the peculiar gleaming object for what it was–a door handle!
Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that, we would know a lot more about the nature of the Universe than we do now.