Mr. Tyler… going doooooooooooooooown? 
“Oh, No. Not again.”
Or the much more likely nothing, as I’ll be alone somewhere trying something incredibly dangerous with electricity, chemicals, machinery, or improvised something-or-others incorporating one or more of the above.
An observer would likely hear either “Boom!” or “Bzzzt!”, however.
My favorite (other than the Oscar Wilde quote) has always been:
“This is no time for making new enemies”
(Voltaire, after being asked to renounce the Devil)
As a (relatively) new Doper, I didn’t want to be the first one to post these, but I’m surprised that we haven’t seen them yet:
“I burning your dog!”
“Hey, no way! Is that *really * a 1920’s style death ray?”
“He left in a huff, and I told him ‘When come back bring pie’. And whattaya know, he did. I wonder how it tastes…”
“Hi Opal!”
I am Kaiser Soze.
what’s this little button do?
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You know the one I’m talking about: the little red one marked "End of the world button. Do not under any circumstances, for any reason, ever push this button!
“That’s supposed to be glowing, right?”
“Can’t I just do it all in one continuous shim?”
For all my fellow nuc and ex-nucs on the board: Yes, I know that going prompt critical is a bad thing, but it would be an extravagent means of suicide.
“Don’t worry, it always makes that noise.”
“That guy’s got to stop… He’ll see us.”
If, however, misadventure isn’t the cause, I’d like to go out shouting (Okay - wheezing.) “Spooooooon!”
“Shodan, you are wrong and we’ll speak no more of it.”
“Bedding two supermodels at once can’t be good for my 106 year old ticker, but what the heck, I’ll go for it.”
Now that’s going out with a bang (or two)
heavy southern accent)…Ah…(stagger stagger), Tre-upped…agggh…splat.
From one of the last lines in a strange movie that was likely made in the 50s or 60s (possibly earlier), that I’m pretty sure my sister and I are the only ones in the country who have seen the darned thing.
This was in the 80s and the line “I tripped” has been a family joke since then. If I’m coherent enough, I’d like to go out in the typical family style. Sick joke. That’s the way we are. And everybody would "get it’ and understand.
It all depends on the situation.
(Laying in bed)
“Yea, I never did it twenty times in a row either. Again?”
(Laying in bed, bad way)
“Beam me up. God.”
(Out with friends)
“I saw this in a movie once.”
“Look, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a hundred times, I’m NOT allergic to bee…thtingth…”
“It smells okay. Let me taste it.”
“Well, I just ate a lamb, but I s’pose I can give it a try.” (Simpsons reference)
“How hard can it really be to prepare fugu, anyway?”
“Ooh, this mushroom looks tasty!”
“At last! I’ve perfected homemade penicillin!”
“Wow, I’ve never been this close to a shuttle launch before!”
I saw this in a cartoon once, but I’m pretty sure I can do it…
“Don’t worry Hillary; if Vince Foster got away with it, I certainly can. What?”
or
“The love inside…you take it with you” Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
If I’m layng on my deathbed, and someone says, “Bob, the angels are waiting for you…”, I’ll probably mutter something like, “Goddamn them, let 'em wait.”
“No Mormon baptism!”
or
“If W did cocaine, may God strike me dead!”
or
“I admit it! I was the real Cecil Adams!”
no, really…I saw it on the Travel Channel…licking the butt of this toad gets you totally out there, man
::checking pulse:: “Stopped.”
“Bullshit.”