“Lex Luthor: [to Zod and Company, at the half-wrecked White House] … Hi! Lex Luthor.
[no reaction from the Super Villains]
Lex Luthor: LEX LUTHOR! Possibly you’ve heard the name? the Greatest Criminal Mind on Earth!
Ursa: I told you this was a puny planet.
[moves menacingly towards Luthor]
Lex Luthor: Whoa whoa whoa wait… why don’t you get to know me better?
[Ursa continues moving towards Luthor]
Lex Luthor: WAIT! I can give you anything! The… the… the… the Brass Ring, unlimited freedom to maim and kill! PLUS! Lex Luthor’s keen mind, Lex Luthor’s savvy, Lex Luthor’s school of career guidance…
[Ursa begins crushing his hand]
General Zod: We already have this without you. You cannot bargain with what you don’t have.
Lex Luthor: [sucking on his thumb to numb the pain] Oh Great One, what I am bargaining with is what YOU do not have: The Son of Jor-El.
General Zod: The Son of Jor-El?
Lex Luthor: [confused] I just said that.
General Zod: Jor-El? Our jailer?
Lex Luthor: [sarcastically] No, Jor-El the BASEBALL PLAYER…
[Ursa and Non start moving menacingly towards Luthor]
Lex Luthor: Yes, Jor-El your jailer.
General Zod: The Son of Jor-El! On this planet!
Lex Luthor: Perhaps you know him better by his nom de voyage, or the name he travels under: Superman.
General Zod: So THIS is Superman! How do you know of Jor-El?
Lex Luthor: Well, Your Excellency, as I explained earlier: I’m about the best there is.
General Zod: Revenge! We will kill the son of our jailer!
Ursa: Revenge!
Lex Luthor: REVENGE! Now we’re cooking!
General Zod: He flies then?
Lex Luthor: Constantly.
General Zod: He has powers as we do?
Lex Luthor: Certainly. But, oh Magnificent One, he is one, while you are three.
[Non growls]
Lex Luthor: Or four, if you count him twice!
General Zod: Come! We will bring him to his knees!
Ursa: Praying!
General Zod: Yes, to ME!
Lex Luthor: Wait!
[the Super Villains turn to face Luthor]
Lex Luthor: First you must find him… and Lex Baby is the only one who knows where he is…”
“Silver Surfer: Why do you rule other human beings? What quality of leadership do you possess that so sets you apart?
Doctor Doom: I? I am but a humble servant of my people!”
“Remy: [observing what Emile is eating] What are you eating?
Emile: [pause] I don’t really know. I think it was some sort of wrapper once.
Remy: What? No! You’re in Paris now, baby! My town! No brother of mine eats rejecta-menta in my town!”
“Carl Fredricksen: [Carl, with his house high in the air, opens his door to see who knocked on it. Looking around, he spots Russell and yells… ] Whaa!
Russell: Hi, Mr. Fredricksen! It’s me, Russell!
Carl Fredricksen: What are you doing out here, kid?
Russell: I found a snipe, and I followed it under your porch, but this snipe had a long tail, and looked more like a large mouse.
[His flag then blows away in the wind, and he gasps]
Russell: [Turns to Mr. Fredricksen] Please let me in.
Carl Fredricksen: [pause] No.
[He slams the door shut]
Carl Fredricksen: [Russell waits uncertainly for a few seconds. The door opens again] Oh, all right…
[Russell runs inside]”
Santa: 'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you’ve seen in your dreams. For the story you’re about to be told began with the holiday worlds of auld. Now you’ve probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven’t I’d say it’s time you begun.
-Very first lines of The Nightmare before Christmas. <3 I really need the DVD.
“Russell: Good afternoon. Are you in need of any assistance today, sir?
Carl Fredricksen: No.
Russell: I could help you cross the street.
Carl Fredricksen: No.
Russell: I could help you cross your yard.
Carl Fredricksen: No.
Russell: I could help you cross your porch.
Carl Fredricksen: No!
[closes the door on Russell’s foot]
Russell: Ow.”
“Sergeant: [Three of Andy’s army men are preparing to jump out the window with parachutes] We’ve done our duty. Andy’s grown up.
Army Man 1: Let’s face it. When the trash bags come out, we army guys are the first to go.
Buzz Lightyear: Trash bags?
Woody: Who said anything about trash bags?
Sergeant: It has been an honor serving with you. Good luck, folks.
Army Man 2: You’re gonna need it!
[they jump out]”
“We’re going in the attic now, folks. Keep your accessories with you at all times. Spare parts, batteries, anything you need for an orderly transition.”
“Mrs. Potato Head: You saved our lives!
Mr. Potato Head: And we are eternally grateful!
[hugs the aliens]
Mr. Potato Head: My boys!
Aliens: Daaaaaady!”
