Megamind: (talking to a Drinking Bird toy) I know. Funny. Always thirsty, never satisfied. I understand you, little well dressed bird. Purposeless, emptiness. It’s a vacuum, isn’t it? It’s… What’s your vacuum like? Minion: (bursts in with the Venus de Milo statue) I’m going off the rails on a crazy train, sir! Megamind: Hey, not now, Minion! I’m in a heated, existential discussion with this dead-eyed, plastic desk toy.
(Opening monologue) “Here’s my day so far: went to jail, lost the girl of my dreams and got my butt kicked pretty good. Still, things could be a lot worse. Oh, that’s right… I’m falling to my death. Guess they can’t.”
“Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember,
Setting up of other roads, travel on in old accustomed ways.
I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughters,
That in the knowledge of the land, spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways.”
Homer: Now, Marge, honey. Honey, honey. Come on. Come on. Don’t get upset. It’s not the end of the world. We all loved that quilt, but you can’t get too attached to–
(Homer sees the remains of his cookie.)
Homer: My cookie! Oh, this is not happening. This is not happening!