Secret Cinematic Speakers Still Speaking

Brazen's last quote:

Come out and take it, you dirty yellow-bellied rat, or I'll give it to you through the door!

Now me:

Put 'em up! Put 'em up! Which one of you first?

~Why do you wanna fight?

~Because I can't sing or dance.

The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.

No, no.
Spiwit, siw. Um, bwavado. A touch of dewwing-do.

He seems to be speaking...words...of some kind.

Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togevver today. Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam within a dweam...

Look I probably should have told you this before but you see ... well ... insanity runs in my family ... It practically gallops.

You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

Where's this guy Elwood P. Dowd? That screwball with a rabbit. What's a matter? Are you goofy too? You a member of this cockeyed family?

Of course not. We don't belong here. It's just not natural. This is all some kind of wacked out conspiracy. We're going to the wide open spaces of Antarctica! ... To the wild!

I'm tired.
And I'm hungry.
And my tail's froze.
And my nose is froze.
And my ears are froze.
And my toes are froze

Well, why don't they call it The Big Chill? Or The Nippy Era? I'm just sayin', how do we know it's an Ice Age?

My God, are we gonna be like our parents?

Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! ... This is the War Room!

"All right Cleaver, outside."
"I'm sorry? Outside? Should I bring my dueling pistols or my sword?"

"You know I'm retired from hero work."
"As am I, Robert, yet here we are."

Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now.

I'm going, Mother. I cannot stand by while innocent lives are lost. If no one else will defend the world from Ares, then I must. I have to go.

- They like you very much, but they are not the hell "your" whales.

- I suppose they told you that.

- The hell they did.

Oh, you can delight in vexing me!

Will you have enough clichés to get you through the visit?

I'll have what she's having!

You're gonna have to learn your clichés. You're gonna have to study them, you're gonna have to know them. They're your friends.

It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.

Your Majesty, If you were King, you wouldn't be afraid of anything?
- Not nobody, not nohow!
Not even a rhinocerous?
- Imposserous!
How about a hippopotamus?
- Why, I'd trash him from top to bottomamus!

You know, you would be a much more contented, pleasant person if you would find ways to occupy your time.

(Rest in peace, Ms. Dukakis)

The only reason people are nice to me is because I have more money than God.

He thinks morals are paintings on walls, and scruples are money in Russia.

You know what they say, man. It’s not the altitude, it’s the attitude.

Hey, careful, man, there's a beverage here!

The pellet with the poison's in the flagon with the dragon,
The vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true.

I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me

I like the wine and not the label. Does that make sense?

But why is the rum gone?

Ooohhh, sixteen chests on a dead man's rum,
Yo-ho-ho in the bottle of the chest.
Drink to the devils and done for the rums,
Hooooooooooooooooooooo!

Hide the rum.

It's tasty too! It's just like candy!

We elves try to stick to the four main food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corns, and syrup.

~What is it that you *really* like to do?

~Eat!

Eat us! Hey, its Thanksgiving Day! Eat us, we make a nice buffet!

Dad, don't eat me!

Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?

I'll have what she's having.

... It must be good, it's used twice :)

The honey bee that fetch the nectar
From the flowers to the comb
Never tire of ever buzzing to and fro
Because they take a little nip
From every flower that they sip
And hence, they find, their task is not a grind.

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. It's wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway, because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Gently now - you just want to kiss the ground.
Just a peck - a smooch like you're kissin your sister!

~Hey, can we call it even?

~ I hate ties. They're like kissing your brother.

I'd just as soon kiss a wookie!

I'm a Mawg, Half man, half dog.
I'm my own best friend.

After all, a dog's best friend is a human.