(Kaiba is about to jump off a castle's battlement)

Yami Yugi: Dude, don't you think you're overreacting a little? I mean, it's just a card game.

Kaiba: Card games are serious business!

"Why do I sound so serious? Because Mario Kart violence is SERIOUS BUSINESS. That's why."

"I'm sure the glory makes it all worthwhile in the end."

"It is to protect justice from evil."

"It's not a matter of life and death. It's more important than that."

"Yes! We have defeated you for all time! You will never rise from the ashes of your shame and humiliation! Well, that was fun."

"Now all Paris is burning because you don't know your alphabet!"

"And losing a friend's trust is the fastest way to lose a friend forever!"

"But -"

"FOOOOORRRRREEEEEVVVEEEEERRR!!!"

"There is nothing ironic about show choir!"

Captain, couldn't you have chosen a more… dignified… game as your primary conflict resolution method? Seeing two grown men in all-black tactical gear taking a children's card game so seriously is… off-putting.

"Forty million, son! Do you have any idea how many patients I had to ignore to get that high score? People died!"

''The mail is sacred, and sacred is the trust between the Post Man and the recipients of his precious parcels. You have made a solemn pledge to deliver this letter to the doctor, just as soon as you determine where this address is, or find any sort of discernible mailing address in this wasteland, for that matter. The mail is freedom. The mail is life. The mail is civilization. The mail is the one final hope for resurrecting a dead planet from its ashes, and the letter carriers are the brave soldiers of God in this righteous crusade. They are the defenders of the light of knowledge, free communication, and the exchange of ideas. They are the bold toters of all those little papery conduits of freedom, the white postmarked angels that whisper a message on their deliverance, a promise to the yearning: "There is hope yet."

Liberty. Reason. Justice. Civility. Edification. Perfection.

MAIL''

"Do you know what this is?! This is the mace that they use on bears, faggot! NOW LET ME SEE YOUR HALL PASS!"

Glenn: Story of my God damn life! I try to live right, pay my bills, big believer in paying it forward, help your fellow man. Oh, God. I just don't have any luck. I have nothing to believe in, nothing to love, nothing to care about. Our souls are but shadows of our failed selves!

Chris: Jesus, Glenn. It's just lunch.

Carly: Sam and Spencer have been playing a little game this week.

Sam: (holds up paintball gun) It's called Assassin, and it is not a game.

Lisa: I'm going into the gold medallion club, with silver level membership! (laughs)

Airport Worker: The hell you are! (grabs a gun)

"This is no mere sandwich of grilled meat and toasted bread Robin. This is God, speaking to us through food."

Hairstyle continuity and logic is serious business.