Xykon: So, does the warranty on this cover being destroyed when your dungeon is accidentally blown up by a ragtag band of dysfunctional heroes?
Salesman: How rag-tag are we talking here?
Raven: I don't exactly... fit in.
Cyborg: He's green, half of me is metal, and she's from space. You fit in fine.
Felix: What can we do? We're just a ragtag bunch of misfits.
Gig: You keep some damn strange company, kid.
Dio: Ah! But that must be the secret to your success!
Thief: Our usual strategies aren't working here, RM.
Red Mage: You mean bungle around and let White Mage sort it out later?
Red Mage: What happened to us? Sidequests used to fall into our laps. Now everyone mistakes us for clowns or perverts.
Black Mage: Well, to be fair, that's not so much incorrect as imprecise.
Garak: Damar expressed concern when I told him that Colonel Kira would be leading this mission.
Kira: Well if he wants to defeat the Dominion he's going to have to put his personal feelings aside.
Garak: He's certainly willing to do that. He knows the value of your skills. Damar is concerned that his men will see your uniform as an affront. We Cardassians are a proud people. Losing Bajor to a ragtag band of terrorists, no offence, was a humiliation.
With a reluctant assistant cook as a pilot, a ditsy general's daughter in command, and the largest contingent of geeks, misfits and anime fans ever sent into orbit, the poor enemy Jovians won't stand a chance!
— Right Stuf's summary of Martian Successor Nadesico
"Two air pirates, a Silvite, two crazy old men, a snot-nosed brat, and an airsick prince! Valua doesn't stand a chance against us."
— Vyse, Skies of Arcadia
"Talk about blatant tokenism. That whole ragtag bunch of misfits thing is so 2009."
— Olivia Newton-John, Glee
One's father was filthy rich, two was middle class, and one was homeless,
Add in the paralyzed girl in the wheelchair who just liked to watch, and that was the whole clique.
— Lupe Fiasco, "Kick, Push II"
"We spend 250 billion dollars a year on defense. And here we are: The fate of the planet in the hands of bunch of retards I wouldn't trust with a potato gun!"
— General Kimsey, Armageddon
"You've each been selected for this mission because you're unknown to the enemy and you each have a special skill. Professor Hawking, John Leslie, Phil Neville, the Wu-Tang Clan, Usher, the Sugar Puffs Monster, and Daniel Day-Lewis; Welcome to Operation Mind-Fuck!"
Fry: The rest of us aren't normal. And that's what makes us great. Like Dr. Zoidberg. He's a weird monster who smells like he eats garbage and does.
Dr. Zoidberg: Damn right.
Fry: And the professor's a senile amoral crackpot.
Fry: Hermes is a Rastafarian accountant.
Hermes: Tally me banana.
Fry: Amy is a klutz from Mars.
Professor: And Fry, you've got that brain thing.
Fry: I already did!
And the cynics were outraged
Screaming, "This is absurd!"
Cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world.
— Taylor Swift, "Long Live"
"It is clear to me that none of you are worthy of my blood or my life, but I will stand for you. And together we will bring honor to this ship and glory to the Empire."
— Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Soldiers of the Empire
Ella: I'm coming with you, if you don't mind.
Meacham: Be our guest. (under his breath) We've got a kid and a dog tagging along, why not a woman?
The Warden: Don't I have enough armed lunatics following me around?
Oghren: Perfect! What's one more?
— Dragon Age: Origins, Oghren wants to join the party.
Tallis: You think I would fit into your merry entourage?
Isabela: Let's see... Are you possessed? Consorting with demons? A pathological liar?
Tallis: I have six toes on my left foot.
— Dragon Age II: Mark of the Assassin
"Have you met my friends? All of them are crazy, and most of them are killers."
Back in the '60s, when DC super-heroes still sported right-angled jawlines and Boy Scout principles, the Doom Patrol slouched into town like a pack of junkyard dogs with a grudge against mankind.
— Grant Morrison from his Afterword to Doom Patrol #20
"We're not a team, we're a time bomb!"
— Bruce Banner, The Avengers
"Is it true what they say about ragtag bands of misfits? Because if it is, we're pretty much invincible."
— Matt, Murphys Law
"Sometimes, I'm not sure if the Normandy's a warship or a traveling freak-show."
— Wrex (learning Shepard has a Prothean on the team), Mass Effect 3
"This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed."
— Spike, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
"We're a sorry bunch of losers!"
— The Demoman, Team Fortress 2
"And the five sort-of friends went upstairs.
It's a weird friendship they all have.
But they have it."
— Calvin and Hobbes: The Series, "Two Loons and a Kid"
Rufus: Who are you guys?
Cloud: I'm Cloud, former SOLDIER First Class!
Barret: I'm from AVALANCHE!
Tifa: Same here!
Aerith: ...a flower girl from the slums.
Red XIII: ...a research specimen.
Rufus: What a crew.
Niles: Okay. We've got an engineer who locks himself in the engine room on bad days. We've got a gunner who won't fire her guns unless she wants to. Probably the most brilliant man in the navy, can't operate e-station unless he's all fucked up on drugs. And a pilot who humps procedure books at night.
Ryder: We're doomed. But we got a nice boat.
They’re all milling around the car in the gas station forecourt, stretching their legs while Snake pumps the gas, Clover hovering at his elbow. It’s empty, which Junpei is thankful for, because as a group they look bizarre. A schoolgirl in kneesocks, an exotic dancer in a sarong, a hulking policeman, an aristocratic young man wearing a monk’s robe, and some college kid, all filthy, all exhausted.
"You're telling me the fate of the world is in the hands of a pastry chef, a Harlem Globetrotter, an alien real estate sign-spinner, a dude dressed as Grimace, and an office chair?"