(Workers are looking up the girl's skirt for two panels while she talks to an old lady. The girl finally notices)
Miriam: Hey! What's going on?
Worker: Just taking a break, ma'am! These boxes are heavy. I wasn't admiring the view or nothin'! Hahaha!
Mutou: I didn't see anything! Me, Aoi Mutou, naturally didn't see anything with these eyes!
Sawaki: Don't just lie to me!
Especially you, Jenny Beckman.
Fleming: See? See?
Lattis: You should not have said "Earth jokes." Don't you see how that gave us away?
Dark Helmet: (quickly hides dolls) WHAT!?
Colonel Sandurz: You're needed on the bridge, sir!
Dark Helmet: KNOCK ON MY DOOR! KNOCK NEXT TIME!
Colonel Sandurz: Yes, sir!
Dark Helmet: ...Did you see anything!?
Colonel Sandurz: No, sir! I didn't see you playing with your dolls again!
Dark Helmet: GOOD!
Disembowel-Meself-Honorably Dibhala: Yes?
Rincewind: The one about there being millions of them? And very hungry on account of not having eaten by the way? And made specially fierce by the Great Wizard?
DMH Dibhala: Um... yes?
Rincewind: Well, it's not true. [...] So make sure you tell people there's no truth to this rumor, will you? Set their minds at rest.
DMH Dibhala: Good idea. Er. These invisible vampire ghosts... Do they carry money of any sort?
Rincewind: No. Because they don't exist.
DMH Dibhala: Ah, yes. I forgot.
Rincewind: And there are not 2,300,009 of them.
DMH Dibhala: Not 2,300,009 of them...
Rincewind: Absolutely not. There are not 2,300,009 of them, no matter what anyone says. Nor has the Great Wizard made them twice as big as normal. Good man. Now I'd better be off-
Hubert Turvy: Oh, yes. That's how I get this wonderful light. They know the secret of storing lightning in jars! But don't let that worry you, Mr Lipspick. Just because I'm employing an Igor and working in a cellar doesn't mean I'm some sort of madman, ha ha ha!
Moist: Ha ha.
Hubert: Ha hah hah! Hahahahahaha!! Ahahahahahahhhhh!!!!!
Stuart: (silent and uncomfortable, unable to talk, but he likes her a lot)
Cute woman: It's a great party!
Stuart: Thank you.
Cute woman: The monsters' food, they're really fun.
Stuart: Yes, thank you. I like to think of fun things like that. Because I'm fun. I'm not clinically depressed at all.
Patrick: Did I say it was? Interesting that you'd deny an unmade accusation.
Freddie: I never said such a thing, and you swore you'd never mention it!
"Hello. Captain Crieff here again. Still no need to panic. I repeat, there is no need to panic."
"Or to look out of the windows."
"Yes, we do."
"No, we don't. Shh!"
HK-50: Defensive Answer: Master, I am a protocol droid, not a well-crafted assassination droid of unrivaled sophistication. To have carried out the actions that took place here would have required an unusual set of skills. It is highly unlikely I possess the knowledge of how to reprogram the memory cores of base-worker class droids into killing machines, let alone to terminate the organics at this facility, utilizing only Aratech 500 series laser mining drills and explosives fashioned from proton missile cores!
Sonic: Well, that's a relief.
Nick: Nope! No job anxiety here! Didn't get an impossible-to-turn-down dream job, nosiree! Not me!
Roy: That's an oddly specific promise...
JEFF BRIDGES: No loser, you must earn my handshake. (to camera) This setup wonít be forgotten and is totally going to pay off in the end. Honest. Pinky swear. Wink.
Note: Heís LYING.
Archer: Wait, why did you emphasize "serial?"
Kriegar: Wait, I did — whaaaat? Are we doing? Did I mention I have a surprise for you?
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