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SUPERMAN: "I know it was you Fredo. You broke my heart. You broke my heart!"
This one gave me a good laugh.
and @kedrell, I remember laughing at your Batman/Superman/Signs mash up over on the batboards months ago, but couldn't imagine what possessed you to think of that until now.
Yo Adrian, I DID IT!
Those were $500 sunglasses, assh*le!
I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money, but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you, but if you don't, I will look for you. I will find you and I will kill you!
This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the wh*res and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"...and I'll whisper "no".
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time...like tears in the rain.
Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. Not anymore.
You're born, you take sh**. You get out in the world, you take more sh**. You climb a little higher, you take less sh**. Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you've forgotten what sh** even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake, son.
Father to a murdered son. Husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance in this life or the next.
YOU CANNOT PASS!
You must leave her, brother. I was born 2,437 years ago. In that time, I've had three wives. The last was Shakiko, a Japanese Princess. When Shakiko died, I was shattered. I would save you that pain. Please, let Heather go.
Can I do this? Or do I look like some sort of gay superhero?
Wait, I have an idea! Call a locksmith!
Does it look like I give a damn?
What you lookin' at? You all a bunch of fu**ing assh*les. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fu**ing fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." So... what that make you? Good? You're not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through! Better get outta his way!
Highway patrol. This is John Triton. We have officers down. Multiple assailants. They have a hostage...it's my wife!
I need names...and shots. Bartender!
Do you speak in English? Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?
1958. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.
I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague and we are the cure.