One scene with Mo and her girlfriend, Sydney the gender studies professor, in Dykes To Watch Out For:
Sydney: Yes! I'll come to the movies with you! Now say it! Say it!
Mo(looking bored:) Oh baby. Let me privilege lesbian positionality by destabilizing your bodily metanarrative.
In Deff Skwadron if it wasn't awesome it was funny. From the way orks "aim" (if you hit it, it must be the enemy!'', to a battle where another skwadron didn't show up because they're thinking about joining the other side.
Stone Island does have a few funny moments, particularly when the hideously disfugured Harry Rivers lets rip:
Trooper Mckee: Why aren't we getting cut to ribbons?
Harry: Well, in my professional opinion as runner-up in the prolapsed arsehole lookalike contest, I'd say it's got somethin' t'do with themfairy fellas!
This speech from Harry:
In 1897, the right Reverend Jephson Allcock, humanitarian, philanthropist and inventor of the "strike a light" reusable match, decided the lost souls of Long Barrow needed more than just a pot to piss in. Now he had some clout did the Reverend Jeph, moral and monetary. He convinced the board of governors to come around to his way of thinking; lo it came to pass there was to be a khazi in every cell, 'cept there was a catch- this cold-titted bitch of a building's solid granite. You stand more chance of charmin' a nun's knickers off than drivin' a nail in the wall. So they rebuilt Long Barrow inside itself, like them Russian dolls, with all the gubbins in the gap. Which is why we're clingin' to this 'ere wall like crabs on a nadger, tryin' not to soil ourselves... which is quite ironic when you think about it! Ain't the Internet grand?
"What did your last servant die of?" "Anally inserted footwear! Jump to it!"
In ABC Warriors, when a group of Hammerstein units realize they're facing certain destruction. "We can die knowing that we were cost-effective."
Cassie: (hacking Pokemon expies to bits) Come get it you lil' fuckers! Lil' Japanese gut bags! Yeah, that's right! Only good for giving seizures, ain't ya!
From that same arc: "Jackie Estacado's Big List of Things That Suck:"
Number One: those plastic strips on the inside of CD covers. I hate those fucking things. I mean are you selling me a Sinatra album or am I trying to break into Fort Friggin Knox, am I right?
From the Alan Moore run comes this gem, from the funeral of a dead killer cyborg of the kind that was everywhere in The Dark Age Of Comics:
Priest: Though known to all the world as H.A.R.M., his close friends called him Chuck. Born Chalres Sweeney in Cleveland, 1946, he had one childish dream: He wanted to weigh fifteen hundred pounds with ground-to-air bazookas in his shoulders.
