Algren: [contemptuous tone] His name was Custer.
Katsumoto: I know this name. He killed many warriors! [...] So he was a good general?
Algren: No. No, he wasn't a good general. He was arrogant and foolhardy, and he got massacred because he took a single battalion against two thousand angry Indians.
Katsumoto: Two thousand Indians!? How many men for Custer?
Algren: Two hundred and eleven.
Katsumoto: (Beat) I like this General Custer.
Algren: He was a murderer who fell in love with his own legend. And his troopers died for it.
"Boy, things have really changed since my day. Back then, if a girl got in trouble, her family would send her away to relatives in another state, and if anybody asked, just lied and said she went to Europe. Then when she came back, they'd raise the baby as a little sister. Not like today- we had morals and values back then."
—Martin Crane, Frasier
"There came a time when Lord Hansa entered the hollow and singing hall of the multicolored Akaroth, for lunisnight celebrations. There was a great feast there for a fortnight or more, and there, caught in a heated philosophical fugue with Akaroth, Lord Hansa in anger committed the violation of letting his pipe smoke rise and befoul the all-wind that permeated that house and nourished the ways of the void. Fueled by wine, Akaroth was driven into such a drunken rage by this insult that he harnessed fifty winds to his will and at once slew Hansa with a single stroke of his war fan and felt little regret at the time. Later, in grief, he did heavy penance for this act, for he slew a widely respected man, but all agreed that Lord Hansa had committed a grievous offense."
—Prim Leaves her Father's House, Kill Six Billion Demons
Kratos: This Valhalla. Is it within Hel?
Mimir: Oh no. Valhalla is part of Asgard. Only the worthy dead go there, the warriors who died in glorious combat. Hel is reserved for those who die in dishonour.
Kratos: Criminals.
Mimir: Aye, and those dead of disease, mishap, age...
Kratos: It is dishonourable to grow old?
Mimir: ...Well, never too late to go out fighting, I suppose...
Mimir: Oh no. Valhalla is part of Asgard. Only the worthy dead go there, the warriors who died in glorious combat. Hel is reserved for those who die in dishonour.
Kratos: Criminals.
Mimir: Aye, and those dead of disease, mishap, age...
Kratos: It is dishonourable to grow old?
Mimir: ...Well, never too late to go out fighting, I suppose...
Humans of planet Earth, be advised:
while the experience has been upgraded,
the content and historical record of the original invasion
of the Furons remains a near-identical clone!
The story, words, and images contained within
may be shocking to the human brain!
while the experience has been upgraded,
the content and historical record of the original invasion
of the Furons remains a near-identical clone!
The story, words, and images contained within
may be shocking to the human brain!
—Forewarning at the beginning of the 2020 remake of Destroy All Humans! (itself released in 2005)
Trunks: This psychopath has been enslaving races from other planets to build your kingdom.
Vegeta: Paragus. Is this true?
Paragus: My Liege, yes. It is.
Vegeta: My God... You're not the shitstain of a Saiyan I thought you were!
Paragus: Thank you, my liege!
Trunks: Oh Goddammit, Dad...
Vegeta: (To Paragus) You are now my Royal Grand Vizier!
Paragus: Ah, big shoes to fill.
Trunks: Father! What this guy has done: It's In-Human!
Vegeta: Yes, but it's not in-Saiyan.
Vegeta: Paragus. Is this true?
Paragus: My Liege, yes. It is.
Vegeta: My God... You're not the shitstain of a Saiyan I thought you were!
Paragus: Thank you, my liege!
Trunks: Oh Goddammit, Dad...
Vegeta: (To Paragus) You are now my Royal Grand Vizier!
Paragus: Ah, big shoes to fill.
Trunks: Father! What this guy has done: It's In-Human!
Vegeta: Yes, but it's not in-Saiyan.
"I was born in Washington D.C. right before the turn of the century. The hospital was also a cigarette factory!"
— Duke Ellington, Big Mouth, "Duke"
Douglas: So Dad was, like, a racist?
Dottie: It was a different time.
Christina: It was the nineties.
Dottie: It was a different time.
Christina: It was the nineties.
Eighties!Tio Horacio: Kids, I'm very concerned. I have a letter from a child that reads: "Dear Tio Horacio: I'm a leftie — that means, I write with my left hand. Is that bad?" Dear friend, I'm sorry to say... YES! Being left-handed is a terrible disease! EHEHE-HEHE! Normal people aren't left-handed! What you have to do is tie your hand behind your back and try to write with your right!
*back in the present, as everyone's viewed the archive*
Tulio: ...what a bastard! Being left-handed isn't a disease!
Present!Tio Horacio: It was one back then, Tulio! And having long hair was also a disease. So was knowing English, and having big ears! EHEHE-HEHE!
Tulio: Ugh, stop lying...
"Now, the two main things about Nerites is that number one, he's the beautiful son of Nereus and the sea-nymph Doris. And number two, he's young. Like... REALLY young. In the ancient Greek world, this was a thing called pederasty, where adult men would have sexual relationships with adolescent boys, in an alleged effort to teach them how to be men. In the modern world, this is known as pedophilia, and it is very, very not okay. [...] It's always fun when a story from another time and place really drives home how different that society was by smacking you in the face with some hardcore moral dissonance."
What if Ganondorf really was trying to be a good king? Or at least what he thinks one should be. What seems wrong to us today could easily be seen as righteous to a person from so long ago. [...] He's cobbled his moral code from all the vivid memories of his past lives. They go back thousands of years. The world has changed around him so drastically.
Zelda, after Ganondorf slaughters Hyrule's worst convicted criminals in public gladiatorial combat, A Tale of Two Rulers
