Groot: (yanks the battery out of the fusebox, setting off all the alarms)
Rocket: ...Or we could just get it first and improvise.
Anakin: I'm taking him NOW!
Artemus Gordon: Excuse me?
West: Well, that's what you're here for, right? You're the master of this mechanical stuff.
Gordon: (chuckling maniacally) Oh ho ho, I see. Now I'm the "master of this mechanical stuff." As opposed to five minutes ago, when I was calmly and coolly trying to find a solution to this very problem. But then something happened. Someone, who will remain nameless ó JIM WEST! ó decided to jump over the wire, thereby providing us with that exhilarating romp through the cornfield, and that death-defying leap into the abysmal muck! And here we stand, with that demented maniac hurtling towards our President, with our one and only means of transportation, with Rita as his prisoner, armed with God-knows-what machinery of mass destruction, with the simple intention of overthrowing our government and taking over the country!
West: Gordon, I think you need to calm down.
Gordon: I can't be calm! Oh, no, no, no, no, I'm the "Master of the Mechanical Stuff!" And I have to help you! You, the master of the STUPID STUFF!
I stepped forward, let the door bang closed, and snarled, "Fuck subtle."
Tobin: Captain? Captain?
Tobin: Delvarus of the Triarii has been reported as making unauthorised planetfall.
Lotara: Pardon me?
Tobin: Delvarus and the Triarii aren't on board, ma'am. From the reports, they made planetfall with the Legion and apparently "neglected" to inform command.
Lotara: We're being boarded by what may be an entire company of Ultramarines.
Tobin: I know, ma'am.
Lotara: This bloody Legion.
Angel: (scoffs) You had a plan?
Spike: Yeah, a good plan. Smart. Carefully laid out. But I got bored. (attacks)
Mook: Penance? You should lay down your life! Our numbers are depleted; the feast of St Vigeous has been ruined by your incompetence!
Spike: I was rash, and if I had to do it all over again... who am I kidding? I would do it EXACTLY the same, only I'd do THIS! FIRST!
Mal: (bursts in firing) WHOO-HOO! I'M RIGHT HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O' ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON!
ZoŽ: ...Of course, there are other schools of thought.
Mal: They don't like it when you shoot at 'em. I worked that out myself.
Lance: He killed my brother. What do you want me to do, mow his lawns?
Raynor: Hold your position Tychus! Let us get a support force up there to cover you!
(Tychus fires the Odin's guns and blows open the hangar door, alerting the Dominion forces in the area)
Tychus: Now that's what I'm talking about!
Raynor: Dammit, Tychus! Stand down! Can you read me?!
Grunt: Warchief! The Warsong are attacking the humans despite your orders!
Thrall: Damn it! There's nothing to do now but fight. Tighten our defenses, I'll deal with Hellscream later...
Thrall: Have you lost what's left of your mind, Grom? I gave you a direct order to leave the humans alone! What the hell is wrong with you?!
Hellscream: Don't lecture me, pup! The wretches deserved death! ...Don't you feel it, Thrall? It's like the old days. Like the demons are near.
Thrall: I don't know what's come over you and your men, but this bloodlust is a liability that I can't afford.
Hellscream: ...I'm sorry, Thrall. You're right. I... I can handle it.
Thrall: I can't take that chance, Thrall. Take your camp into the northern forest and build us a settlement. I'll come and find you after we reach the Oracle.
Chie: Here I go!!
Teddie: Wait, what?
(group catches up)
Yosuke: OH WHAT THE HELL CHIE?!
Twilight: I'm going in alone!
Abduhl: Uhhh.. yeah, gimme a sec... I'm coming up with thirty-two point three three, repeating of course, percentage, of survival.
Jamaal: Well, that's a lot better than we usually do. Alright, you think we're ready-
Leeroy: Alright chums, I'm back, let's do this! LEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEEENKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS!!
Forekin: (Beat) Oh my God he just ran in.
Maine: (snarls, charges)
York: ...Or you just run out, do whatever you want, and get killed. Ready? Break. Good job, everyone.
Dominique Wilkins played the same way, but there was a big difference. It only took two defenders to throw a monkey wrench into his plans and he was often nine- or 10-feet into the air before he realized he had no idea what the hell he was going to do with the basketball he was holding.
Twilight Sparkle: Okay, but sounds to me like we're in way, way, way over our heads. We're going to need a carefully thought out plan...
Rainbow Dash: (flies off) I'm coming, Daring Do!
Twilight Sparkle: That's not a plan!