Quotes / Sanity Slippage

"Those whom the gods wish to destroy they first make mad."
Euripides

Steven: Well... That tape recorder seems to be helping!
Peridot: NO IT'S NOT! [throws the tape recorder] IT'S A CHRONICLE OF MY DESCENT INTO MADNESS!
Garnet: [picks up the recorder and attempts to give it back] You dropped this.
Peridot: [crawls away] Get it away from me! Give it to Steven! RETURN MADNESS TO ITS SOURCE!

"I am slowly going crazy one two three four five six switch"
Sharon, Lois & Bram

"Are we losing our minds, Barry? Could be, Other Barry. Could be."
Barry, Archer

I'm one card short of a full deck
I'm not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
I'm not at my usual top billing
I'm coming down with a fever
I'm really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think I'm a banana tree
Queen, "I'm Going Slightly Mad"

I don't know how much I can take / The secret thoughts inside me wake
I've lost what was within me / Oh sweet insanity
Now I try again to find / The thing that was my mind
Behold the undersigned / Who said I've lost my mind

"Okay, don't freak out, don't freak out...! I SAID DON'T FREAK OUT, DAMMIT! OKAY! I'm totally not freaking out right now! Because... this is me not freaking out! What do I have to freak out over anyway!? NOTHING, BECAUSE I'M NOT! I'M JUST NAVIGATING A FLOATING OBSTACLE COURSE THAT LOOKS LIKE A... GIANT... PLATE-BALANCING TRICK DESIGNED BY H. R. GIGER! FUCK YOU, REALITY! YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT!"

Objective: Stop the Egg Carrier’s Launch!
Kung-Fu Jesus: Stop it! Stop the launch! Stop it! Stop the launch. If you don't stop the launch, then, the Britons... um... okay, so eggs are like an integral part of, of breakfast? And then, if you stop the launch, no one's gonna eat breakfast anymore! And... that's bad.
medibot: Breakfast has been wrecked—
Kung-Fu Jesus: Breakfast eating stop! (Sonic hits a wall) Run into walls!
pokecapn: So basically, this whole thing is to stop breakfast.
Kung-Fu Jesus: Yes. Breakfast is very delicious. But I can see why some activists believe that breakfast is harming America's children. [...] There's a thing also for breakfast called waffles. One day there was a day here at the place where we are called Free Waffle Day...
pokecapn: Uh-huh. (deals with laser fences) That's the GUN security system.
Kung-Fu Jesus: I hate the GUN security system.
a door closes in Sonic's face
pokecapn: SHIT PICKLE!!!

It's fine. It'll all be fine. The day isn't over yet. But it will be over soon! (groans) It'll be all over! My time in Ponyville! My advanced studies! Nono. You're a good student. You can do this. Ooh! But what if I can't? You can. You just have to keep it together. Keep. It. Together! [...] HI GIRLS!

You have crossed from pleasant eccentrics to dangerous psychopaths.

Mike: They did it! Those plucky little Hobbits destroyed The Ring!
Kevin: Uh, Mike? We're not in—-
Bill: Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh... he's in a better place now.
Mike: And the eagles are coming! The eagles are coming!
RiffTrax as Mike Nelson loses it while watching Battlefield Earth

Jason: Hey, I got a crazy question. You won first place at that swimming championship this year, right?
Daisy: Yeah, the 400 meter.
Jason: What did it feel like, winning? Not afterward, on the podium. But in the water, when you hit the pad.
Daisy: Like I was really... present. Like the whole world was me.
Jason: You know... I never thought I'd be able to kill someone. The first time, it felt wrong. Which is good, right? But now... it feels like winning.

4:31
Lying awake at night, I realize how many little lights there are in my room. The alarm clock is the brightest.
4:32
Can't sleep. I'm alone with those glowing red numbers. Time slows. Does time even exist here?
4:33
Thoughts churning in on themselves. The madness can't be far away.
13:72
Ah yes. There it is.
(Crap, I have levitation class at 25:131. Better set the alarm to 'cinnamon'.)
xkcd #313: Insomnia

Didi: Stu? What are you doing?
Stu: Making chocolate pudding.
Didi: It's four o'clock in the morning. Why on Earth are you making chocolate pudding?
Stu: Because I lost control of my life.
Rugrats, "Angelica Breaks A Leg"

(Sobbing, slowly turning into a little nervous laughter) "They will burn. They will all burn, yes, burn! HA HA HA HA HAAA!!!"

"I'm... on a murder break."
Ryan Haywood, Ten Little Roosters

Narrator: When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.
Vegeta: No, I'm making a choice!
Narrator: This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew it perfectly well.
Vegeta: I know it damn well!
Narrator: Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge first, just to admire it.
Vegeta: I know where I'm going. I know what I'm doing. Look at the lounge; it's fantastic! I made the choice to come here! And now I'm moving this way, because I can go this way!
Narrator: Stanley took the first open door on his left.
Vegeta: No, I'm not! I'm going this way! Because I can! It's where I'm going! Because I'm going this way! (dives off the balcony) RENEGADE FOR LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-

Nick Fury: You didn't tell me he'd gone this crazy.
Phil Coulson: He's really stepped it up a notch.
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., "Beginning of the End", about The Clairvoyant

Panic. Don't show panic. Show confidence. But confidence in what? You know you're not the broker you used to be, and it's probably just a matter of time until the pack figures it out, too. Ditch them? Maybe get leverage on them? Blackmail? Don't show panic.
Broker For The Damned, Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Lasombra (Revised)

"Of course I'm sure I've gone mad. The little man who crawled out of my eye was quite clear on this."

2012 - Most respected evolutionary scientist in the world
2013 - Strange, often xenophobic rants on Twitter began
2014 - Says that some rapes are better than others
2015 - Found in a park, naked, fighting a swan

For the past year, I have been working as an assistant for a visiting researcher. He has been cataloguing his findings about Gravity Falls in a series of journals. I helped him build a machine which he believed had the potential to benefit all mankind, but something went wrong. I decided to quit the project. But I lie awake at night, haunted by the thoughts of what I've done. I believe I have invented a machine that can permanently erase these memories from my mind. Test subject one: Fiddleford.
(shoots himself with memory erasing gun, cut to next recording)
It worked! I can't recall a thing.
(cut to next recording)
I call it the Society of the Blind Eye. We will help those who want to forget by erasing their bad memories.
(cut to next recording)
Today, I came across a colony of little men. Very disturbing. I would like to forget seeing this.
(cut to next recording)
I accidentally hit another car in town today. I feel terribibble - t-terrible. I've been forgetting words lately. I wonder if there are any negative side effects?
(cut to next recording)
I saw something in the lake! Something big! (tears out hair)
(cut to next recording)
My hair's been a-fallin' out so I got this hat from a scarecrow. Hey, are my pants on backwards?
(cut to next recording)
(laughs maniacally) Yroo Xrksvi - girzmtov!note  (laughs maniacally)
Old Man McGucket, Gravity Falls

He could now feel his sanity beginning to give way. This was an actual sensation, a true thing. It was interesting. He imagined a tree overloaded with ice in a terrible storm would feel this way — if trees could feel anything — shortly before toppling. It was interesting... and it was sort of amusing.

Luthor's slipping — the pressure is beginning to get to him! He's always walked a fine line between genius and insanity — and this time, I think he's taken the fatal fall!

"I have six fingers, see? And two heads! I'm a freak!"
Martha, The Children's Hour (1961 film version)

"This samurai's gone beaucoup cuckoo!"
Scaramouch about Jack, Samurai Jack: XCII

Entry 3: Thus far, my intellect has not suffered under a regimen of the Filth. I find I am still able to turn my head fast enough to catch my shadow before it sneaks up on me! (chuckles) I confound it every time! If I were mad, would I be able to do this? I think not! I feel safe in increasing the dosage...
Entry 4: I have seen the dark universe yawning, where the black planets roll without aim, where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge, luster or name. I have seen. I have seen things in my sleep. Nothing is as ancient as sleep, except for... the Sleepers! I have seen the Spaces Beyond! Shhhhhhhh... I have seen things I dare not share with Orochi. They Who Sleep must wake. This is not the first time this has happened, and when everything is gone, it won't be the last. The vermiculated inevitability is horrific... and... beautiful!
Entry 5: The parasitic worm swirls in the eye of the snail. The snail is compelled to climb, higher and higher, to expose itself to the hungry sky! (laughs hysterically) Ascension comes with pain... and in the belly of ravenous wings! I feel the swirl of knowledge in my eyes... and am compelled to climb.
Dr Klein, The Secret World

Through that summer, Henry had been edging steadily out over some mental abyss, walking on a bridge that had grown relentlessly more and more narrow. On the day when he had allowed Patrick Hockstetter to caress him, that bridge had narrowed to a tightrope. The tightrope had snapped this morning.
It

Godalming could tell Seward was sick in his head. When last he had seen him - in Purfleet when, as a warm fool, Godalming had dared defy Dracula and wound up fleeing for his life, leaving behind his companions to face the Count - Seward had been nervous but in command of himself. Now he was a broken man. Still ticking but completely broken, like a watch that skips hours and sometimes runs backwards for the odd minute.

He held on longer than I thought any man could, talking, reasoning, cajoling, yet becoming more and more disjointed as sand and dirt piled up over the rear window, repeating himself, backtracking, beginning to stutter. At one point, the passenger door opened as far as it could and banged into the side of the excavation. I saw a hand with black hair on the knuckles and a big ruby ring on the second finger. I sent down a quick four shovelfuls of loose earth into the opening. He screamed and yanked the door shut again.
He broke not long after. It was the sound of the dirt coming down that finally got to him, I think. Sure it was. That would have been very loud inside the Cadillac. The dirt and stones rattling onto the roof and falling past the window. He must have finally realized he was sitting in an upholstered eight-cylinder fuel-injected coffin.

I've reached the point... where I've come to doubt my own existence. Can't remember anything clearly... except the pain. Every night he's done this to me. Every night I've died... only to be resurrected - so that he can begin the torture - again. Same thing... over and over. I fight them... use every ounce of will and strength... BUT IT DOESN'T DO ANY GOOD! It doesn't do any good.
Batman, Emperor Joker

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