Rashid, please move forward and prevent it from disintegrating me, if you please.
—Arthur Langtry, Merlin of the White Council, Turn Coat
So I was hoping after you punch me through a wall, you could-
—Rocky Rickaby, Webcomic/Lackadaisy
Houston, we have a problem.
—Jim Lovell, Apollo 13
"When you're drowning, you don't say 'I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,' you just scream."
— John Lennon, wrong as usual.
Emmett even shouted a remark about the superior flavor of ursine creatures in between being used to knock a tree over and successfully depriving Siobhan of one of her feet.
Spooner: How long is that gonna take?
Calvin: About six minutes.
Spooner: What if we didn't have six minutes?
Calvin: Then we'd have a problem. Why?
Spooner: Because I seriously doubt we have six minutes.
(Camera pans out and shows an army of robots climb up the side of the building)
[Zombies are swarming. Harry takes out one that was about to attack Lara.]
Lara: [conversationally] Oh. That was gentlemanly of you, Dresden.
Harry: I've been known to pull out chairs and open doors, too.
Lara: How very unfashionable. And endearing.
"We're stuck here, about to be turned into wax statues, and the two of them are bickering! They really don't seem to understand the danger of the situation at all!"
—Princess Vivi of One Piece, noting Nami and Zoro's response to the current kidnapping.
"We're gonna need a bigger boat."
— Agent Brody, upon sighting the shark about five metres from the stern of the Orca
Mr. Miracle: You have to admit, this is a pretty good death trap.
Batman: I've been in better, but the track is a nice touch.
— Batman: The Brave and the Bold (They are chained to a rollercoaster and dodging things such as fire and giant hammers)
Lilo: (on the phone) Uh, hello, Cobra Bubbles? Aliens are attacking my house.
"... Excuse me a minute."
He was interrupted by a burst of incoherent screaming which sounded like the warcry of a Khornate fanatic and which terminated abruptly in a thud of a power maul on full charge and a gurgle that sounded distinctly unhealthy. "Well he's not getting mine ... Sorry commissar, where were we?"
— Praetor Kolbe, Ciaphas Cain: The Traitor's Hand
Air Traffic Control: You are cleared to land on any runway.
Capt. Al Haynes: [chuckles] You want to be particular and make it a *runway,* huh?
United Airlines Flight 232, crash landing in Sioux City, Iowa, July 19, 1989.
Iron Fist (mid-battle): Awww... is this one of those 'witty banter' teams?
Iron Fist: I hate banter.
Kuzco: Sharp rocks at the bottom?
Pacha: Most likely.