"Next to 'I win,' 'I told you so' are the sweetest words."
"Thus was launch a thousand "OMG I CALLED IT" forum posts."
"Really the most difficult thing is when you are doing a strip, and it has a direction, and then you get that one fan who is all "oooh! I know what's going to happen!" and while their prediction is accurate, a part of you wants to change the entire comic to not go that direction just to SPITE THEM because you know the second it happens in the comic, they are going to post and be all "HA HA! I WAS RIGHT! IN YOUR FACES! The artist must have been influenced by MEEE!" and then you just want to gnaw their kneecaps off and use their patellas for hockey pucks."
The Doctor: "Come on! We can have a good flirt later!"
: "Oh, fifty-seven academics just punched the air. Come on."
"Congratulations, Dr. McNinja. You realized it merely a week after all the readers did."
"I am right! I swear I'm right; Swear I knew it all along..."
"Things might get out. We donít want any more irresponsible ill-informed press speculation." Hacker:
"Even if itís accurate?" Hastings:
"Especially if itís accurate. There is nothing worse than accurate irresponsible ill-informed press speculation."
"Some people out there had already followed the trail of crumbs leading to this outcome. Some clues were fairly subtle, like use of term antediluvian, the seagulls, the technologyÖ They got less subtle over time, such as when we met the exile mob. Now the verdict is in. If you suspected as much all along, you were not smoking the bargain crack
. Iím pleased to report the crack you were smoking was the choicest of crack that money can buy."
"Hahaha! A casino where I'm winning? That car must've killed me. I must be in heaven!" [He wins again] Clyde Smith:
"A casino where I always win? That's boring. I must really be... in Hell!" Sebastian Cabot:
"No, Mr. Smith. You are not in heaven or hell. You are on an airplane!" [Opens the window. A gremlin sits on the wing of the plane, ripping out wires] Clyde Smith:
"There's a gremlin destroying the plane! You gotta believe me!" Sebastian Cabot:
"Why should I believe you? You're Hitler!" [Pulls out a mirror to see he's Hitler] Clyde Smith:
"No! Eva Braun, help me!" [Eva Braun pulls of her mask, revealing that she's a fly] Clyde Smith:
"Eh, saw it coming."