Abe Sapien: Remind me why I do this again.
Hellboy: Rotten eggs and the safety of mankind.
Abe Sapien: Ah!
Ah, Snake Surprise!
Ah, the Smith family! Know 'em well. Busted a bunch of 'em in my time.
Ah Hell… I’m a fan of all seven.
How many of you are there?
“There’s only one of you–”
“That you can see.”
I see dead people.
How come I can understand you? Are you using some neural language router?
“The Babel fish,” said The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy quietly, "is small, yellow and leech-like, and probably the oddest thing in the Universe. It feeds on brainwave energy received not from its own carrier but from those around it. It absorbs all unconscious mental frequencies from this brainwave energy to nourish itself with. It then excretes into the mind of its carrier a telepathic matrix formed by combining the conscious thought frequencies with nerve signals picked up from the speech centres of the brain which has supplied them. The practical upshot of all this is that if you stick a Babel fish in your ear you can instantly understand anything in any form of language. The speech patterns you actually hear decode the brainwave matrix which has been fed into your mind by your Babel fish.
The image translators work for the construct program. But there’s way too much information to decode the Matrix. You get used to it. I don’t even see the code. All I see is blonde, brunette, redhead…
Look at it this way. Considering the type of people you are and the environment you’re in, you have to admit the strong possibility this may be the only chance you ever have in your entire lives… to have sex.
Bigger tits.
Why do you want this?
I wanna live to see the future.
I’m traveling forwards through time, at the rate of one minute per minute.
You must travel with understanding as well as hope.
Do you seriously expect me to tell the President that an alien has landed, assumed the identity of a dead housepainter from Madison, Wisconsin and is presently out tooling around the countryside in a hopped up orange and black 1977 Mustang?
Look…they need machines to fly!
This may be hilarious where you come from, but on this planet it’s considered rude.
You’re more trouble than a toilet full of snakes, but I couldn’t run this station without you.