Sylvia: Hi, Christof! I'd just like to say one thing, you're a liar and a manipulator and what you've done to Truman is sick. Christof: Well. We remember this voice, don't we? How could we forget? Host: Uh, let's go to another call, what do we have— Christof: No, no, no, no, no, it's fine, it's fine, Mike. I love to reminisce with former members of the cast.
"In all my travelling throughout the universe I have battled against evil, against power-mad conspirators. I should have stayed here! The oldest civilisation: decadent, degenerate, and rotten to the core!"
"They were children, Doctor! None of them were older than fourteen years old! They knew nothing! They lived in bombed-out rooms, scrounged for food on the streets! They were filthy and they stank! The room was freezing cold, the air was like ice, and suddenly the whole exercise seemed utterly meaningless. All I wanted was a hot bath and a good meal. So I let them go. I gave them whatever latinum I had in my pockets, and opened the door, and flung them back into the street!"
Simmons: I'm going to have to step in myself and restore discipline. Denton: Well, since that makes you my new boss, take a long look at Manderley's dead body. Consider that my resignation; I don't have time to write a letter.
Mr. Comstock... when we next meet... it won't be to parley. See, I went out to that Hall a' Heroes to scalp your "False Shepherd" for you. Turns out, though... DeWitt speaks Sioux. He helped me to swap words with this cripple child I've been, uh... lookin' after. Now, after hearin' how the kid has fared in your city... I'm thinkin', when we take your pelt... I'll let him hold the knife.
"The other women in the village with children raised me as if was one of their own. I was not special. The people of this village are kind and generous to anyone. They do not deserve to be destroyed. This is why I must protect that village. Therefore, I decided to deplete Nobunaga of his funds and supplies."
"As a Prince of the Valuan Empire, all of the innocent blood spilled by the Armada is on my hands. I've done all I can to convince the Empress, and Galcian, that what Valua is doing is wrong, but I cannot convince them to change their ways. Everything I have tried has failed. I am powerless to stop them. My only chance for redemption is to aid you."
"You think it strange that I betray my own? Let me enlighten you how it is they who are the betrayers: before I was Wampiry I was a soldier, and before I was a soldier I was a man, and that man was Transylvanian. When I lived, I fought for this land, and in battle, I gave my life for it. I have slept for a thousand years in its good grave earth. I respect it... not like the scum outside and their idiot war. They are nothing of my kind. They invade their own homeland, no better than the Mongolians, Hungarians, Turks before them!"
"I could tell right away that Agent 8 had also been touched by the Calamari Inkantation. Once our souls have been freed, there's no way we can continue to live under the oppression of Octarian society."
"Suddenly, our peaceful protests were being replaced with organized attacks. We were setting fire to shops that refused to serve us, hijacking cargo from companies that used Faunus labor. And the worst part was, it was working. We were being treated like equals. But not out of respect; out of fear. So, I left. I decided I no longer wanted to use my skills to aid in their violence."
Eventually, Superman makes it to the cave... but by that time the supercomputer has formed a Kryptonite ray, and this time the formula's right. They start blasting, and there's this great moment where Gus turns to Webster and quietly says "youre hurting him," as though Webster just hasn't realized that this is a bad thing he's doing.
Whoopi continued to throw fists for Cosby even after we all found out that he admitted in a deposition to buying ludes to give to women. But today, the defender of anything and everything joined Jill Scott by swan diving off of Cosby's sinking ship. That leaves a confused Bill Cosby standing on a slanted deck holding a silver tray full of drinks as one of his lone supporters Phylicia Rashad throws him a look that says, "Yeah, I'm not that thirsty."
"I am certain to be denounced as a 'race-traitor' by many of my so-called 'friends' for these statements. That's OK; they have a right to their opinion, as I and my Winchester have a right to mine."
— Milton Klein, former neo-Nazi
"I did many things as a Black Muslim that I'm sorry for now. I was a zombie then, I was hypnotized, pointed in a certain direction and told to march. Well, I guess a man's entitled to make a fool of himself if he's ready to pay the cost. It cost me 12 years. That was a bad scene, brother. The sickness and madness of those days — I'm glad to be free of them."