Artie: Do you mind staying on the island?
Dave: It doesn't matter. I complained, and, as usual, Helen and Mell decided to do the opposite. If that's the way they want it, I'll just have to cope with living on a tropical island with two scantily-clad women.
(beat)
Artie: Sometimes I worry that you're much smarter than you let on.
Dave: No, Bre'er Narbon! Don't toss me in that thar briar patch!
Dave: It doesn't matter. I complained, and, as usual, Helen and Mell decided to do the opposite. If that's the way they want it, I'll just have to cope with living on a tropical island with two scantily-clad women.
(beat)
Artie: Sometimes I worry that you're much smarter than you let on.
Dave: No, Bre'er Narbon! Don't toss me in that thar briar patch!
— Narbonic
Br'er Fox: Well, now, Br'er Rabbit, I reckon I'll have to ROAST ya!
Br'er Rabbit: (stammering) Yes, sir, Br'er Fox. You go right ahead and roast me. But whatever you do, PLEASE don't fling me in that briar patch!
[Until Dawn] also owes something to Silent Hill: Shattered Memories, in that it tries to psychologically evaluate you to an extent, albeit with considerably less subtlety. At one point, a character brazenly asks, "Say, which three of these things do you find scariest?" And lo and behold; the three you pick will show up later! That seems like an easy system to game: "No, really! I'm terrified of Magners Cider, Jaffa Cakes, and handjobs!"
Goverment Worker 1: Maybe we can get some work done in peace now...
(Sexophone music and a moaning woman is heard through the walls)
Goverment Worker 1: Oh, god, not again! You know, sometimes I think people are getting wise to Room 101.
Goverment Worker 2: Now, be fair. There are lots of people who genuinely are scared of intimacy.
(the woman moans louder)
Goverment Worker 1: Maybe so, but I'm not convinced there are four-or-five-victims-a-week's worth, and no amount of loud shouts of "Oh, no! Please, make the ghastly intimacy stop!" is gonna convince me otherwise.
Man in Room 101: Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia!
Goverment Worker 2: There you are; he's terrified.
Man in Room 101: No, do it me! Do it me!
(the woman continues moaning)
Goverment Worker 1: Is he now? Quite frankly, I think that Big Brother is having the wool pull over his all-seeing eyes.
Goverment Worker 2: Hey, be careful. Talking like that, you trying to get yourself arrested?
Goverment Worker 1: Well, let's just say that I've been pretty open over the years about my crippling phobia of beer!
(Sexophone music and a moaning woman is heard through the walls)
Goverment Worker 1: Oh, god, not again! You know, sometimes I think people are getting wise to Room 101.
Goverment Worker 2: Now, be fair. There are lots of people who genuinely are scared of intimacy.
(the woman moans louder)
Goverment Worker 1: Maybe so, but I'm not convinced there are four-or-five-victims-a-week's worth, and no amount of loud shouts of "Oh, no! Please, make the ghastly intimacy stop!" is gonna convince me otherwise.
Man in Room 101: Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia!
Goverment Worker 2: There you are; he's terrified.
Man in Room 101: No, do it me! Do it me!
(the woman continues moaning)
Goverment Worker 1: Is he now? Quite frankly, I think that Big Brother is having the wool pull over his all-seeing eyes.
Goverment Worker 2: Hey, be careful. Talking like that, you trying to get yourself arrested?
Goverment Worker 1: Well, let's just say that I've been pretty open over the years about my crippling phobia of beer!
Mulch: You're right. I've got a smart mouth, and I deserve everything I've got coming to me. If it was me, I'd bury me alive.
Chips: Bury you alive! That's terrible. You'd be screaming and clawing the dirt. I could get nightmares.
Mulch: I promise to lie still. Anyway, I deserve it. I did call you a pair of overdeveloped, single-cell Cro-Magnons.
Chips: Did you?
Much: Well, I have now.
Pex: Okay, Mr. Digence. You know what we're gonna go? We're gonna bury you alive!
Mulch: Oh, the horror!
Pex: You asked for it!
Mulch: I did, didn't I?
Pex: Nobody calls me an overdeveloped signal-bell crow magnet!
Mulch: No, I bet nobody does...
(They proceed to bury him, not knowing that Mulch can chomp through dirt)
Chips: Digence must been upset right there at the end.
Pex: I'm not surprised.
Chips: 'Cause I could see him cryin'. His shoulders were shaking, like he was laughing. But he must have been crying. I mean, what sort of crazy wacko would laugh when he's gettin' buried alive?
Chips: Bury you alive! That's terrible. You'd be screaming and clawing the dirt. I could get nightmares.
Mulch: I promise to lie still. Anyway, I deserve it. I did call you a pair of overdeveloped, single-cell Cro-Magnons.
Chips: Did you?
Much: Well, I have now.
Pex: Okay, Mr. Digence. You know what we're gonna go? We're gonna bury you alive!
Mulch: Oh, the horror!
Pex: You asked for it!
Mulch: I did, didn't I?
Pex: Nobody calls me an overdeveloped signal-bell crow magnet!
Mulch: No, I bet nobody does...
(They proceed to bury him, not knowing that Mulch can chomp through dirt)
Chips: Digence must been upset right there at the end.
Pex: I'm not surprised.
Chips: 'Cause I could see him cryin'. His shoulders were shaking, like he was laughing. But he must have been crying. I mean, what sort of crazy wacko would laugh when he's gettin' buried alive?
Blastaar: Blastaar is supreme! Blastaar is all-powerful! I will not let mere humans defeat me! I will not let you… let you… (suddenly grins) !!... I will not let you hurl the Control Rod into the atomic disintegrator!
Sue Storm: …Atomic disintegrator…?
Blastaar: Yes! I see now that is your goal! (moves to block the “disintegrator”) Stealing the Rod, using it against me, these are not enough! You mean to annihilate it!
Johnny Storm: By tossing it in there? (takes the Rod from Sue) Hey, thanks a bunch, Blastie! You do have a way of making life easier!
—Fantastic Four, Volume 1, No. 289
Oh no. Please don't put me back in the room with everybody's valuables. Oof, I hate it.
De Morel: Mr. Starfall. You are a tricky one. You will get a percentage of what you save. However, you do not get seventeen percent of this station.
Sam: I completely agree. Our bargain was for three times seventeen percent, fifty one percent in total. And as the majority owner of this station, you are doing a poor job in convincing me that I should let you retain your position. I suppose this is my office now. We'll find you a smaller one. Do you have any cigars? I don't smoke, but they're good for appearances.
De Morel: This is my office! You don't own fifty one percent of the station! That three times seventeen fast talk won't hold up in any court!
Sam: Are you trying to cheat me? You're trying to knock me down to seventeen percent! I don't see anything in writing saying seventeen percent!
De Morel: You want it in writing?! Fine! I'll put it in writing! And you're going to sign it!
Sam: Or what? You're going to throw me into a briar patch?
De Morel: What?
Sam: Nevermind. Keep going. You've got momentum now.
Sam: I completely agree. Our bargain was for three times seventeen percent, fifty one percent in total. And as the majority owner of this station, you are doing a poor job in convincing me that I should let you retain your position. I suppose this is my office now. We'll find you a smaller one. Do you have any cigars? I don't smoke, but they're good for appearances.
De Morel: This is my office! You don't own fifty one percent of the station! That three times seventeen fast talk won't hold up in any court!
Sam: Are you trying to cheat me? You're trying to knock me down to seventeen percent! I don't see anything in writing saying seventeen percent!
De Morel: You want it in writing?! Fine! I'll put it in writing! And you're going to sign it!
Sam: Or what? You're going to throw me into a briar patch?
De Morel: What?
Sam: Nevermind. Keep going. You've got momentum now.
— Freefall
