Alright, Peter Puppy, let's just face facts: You have got to be the world's...no, the galaxy's worst father. I don't know how you let six hundred of your kids get captured by one giant bird in the first place...but you let it happen again! I went looking at PetCo to see if they have a mug for, like, "World's worst puppy father", and they don't! And it probably wouldn't sell very well, because it would only sell to you!

Santa in a bullet-proof vest wielding a huge gun. Welcome to life in 1924.

''Watch out for that Beamos."

Josh: Ok, so next episode... Hopefully there will be less rage-filled discussions about how much Bethesda deserves to die in a fiery pit.
Rutskarn: I don't know, why change the formula now?
Shamus: I know; we've got a good thing going here. The worst thing they could do is put a good game now: They'd put us right out of business.

Mess with me, you mess with omnipotence. And by omnipotence, I mean a giant hand that can carry shit.

"DANCE MR. SATAN, DANCE!"

"He fell into the ankle-deep water and died. Happy ending! Sunshine and puppies for all!"

John opens his inventory to reveal a lockpick, a book of spells, and a formerly salty bear.
John: So wow, this is all I have for, uh—
Rick: That is all you have now.
John: Good.
Brandon: At least she left you the bear.
John: Yeah, took the stick, but they left me the salt-covered bear?
Steve: No salt, just the bear. They cleaned the bear.
Brandon: You can't even lick the bear for sustenance!

Momentum, momentum, momentum...