Quotes / Crying Wolf

Some day, the wolf'll get ya
Then, you'll be in a fix
You'll blow that horn, and I won't come
I'll think it's one of your tricks
The Practical Pig, Three Little Wolves

Elizabeth Swann: It's real!
Norrington: You actually were telling the truth.
Jack Sparrow: I do that quite a lot. Yet people are always surprised.
Will Turner: With good reason!

Shepherd: Well, that's the moral of the story, ain't it? If you lie too many times, you won't be believed when you tell the truth.
Prosecutor: No, Mr. Shepherd, with respect, it is not the moral of the story. The moral of the story is that if you have grounds to believe there is a ferocious predator at large, don't appoint as your sole watchman a 12-year-old child whom you have resolved to ignore.
Shepherd: Bloomin' nanny state.
Prosecutor: And so perished your unfortunate nephew (and 47 sheep), your late brother's only son and sole inheriter of his cottage and his flock of ailing, unprofitable, heavily insured sheep. Thank you Mr Shepherd, that will be all. Oh, one last thing: how did your brother die?
Shepherd: A jaguar got in his bathroom.
Prosecutor: No further questions.

Tommy: What if Angelica is telling the truth?
Angelica: Yeah! What if I'm telling the truth?
Susie: "Telling the truth"?! You mean like the time you told Tommy his new baby sister was coming in the mail?
Angelica: Well...
Susie: Or the time you told Phil and Lil that their daddy's hair was a wig?
Phil: Boy, did he get mad when we tried to pull it off.
Lil: It was kind of funny though.
Susie: Or the time you told Chuckie that the guy on the oatmeal box moved in next door?
Chuckie: (shudders) Don't remind me.
Susie: Face it, you never tell the truth!
Rugrats, Tricycle Thief

Ralph: Ms. Hoover, there's a dog in the vent.
Ms. Hoover: Ralph, remember when you said that Snagglepuss was outside?
Ralph: He was going to the bathroom.
The Simpsons, "Sweet Seymour Skinner's Baadasssss Song"

No matter how many shorts we have in the system, my guards will be instructed to treat every surveillance camera malfunction as a full-scale emergency.

I have celiac disease, and there are people with genuine life-threatening allergies. When people like me go into a restaurant, we're at the whim of a waiter who may have just served twenty fussy assholes from the Food Babe Army who think that gluten causes your spleen to turn radioactive, or whatever lie she's using to sell organic kale dipped in yak's butter this week. So when I tell a server that I can't do gluten, that waiter might roll their eyes at me because of people like Vani Hari.