"Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music"
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music"
— Eminem, "Rap God"note
Deadpool: Lucky shot, dead-timer. Again. You don't get a fourth.
Lincoln: Do you ever shut your foul mouth?
Deadpool: Actually, no. Not reall— (gets punched)
Lincoln: Do you ever shut your foul mouth?
Deadpool: Actually, no. Not reall— (gets punched)
— Deadpool Vol. 3 #4
"One day the President came to me and said, "Rokoroko, you're a good dog, but you talk too much sometimes." So I thought about it, and wondered if it's the truth. I was somewhat embarrassed and I must have been annoying people all that, all the time. But I was grateful to the President for being honest. Of course, I tried my best to stop talking that much, unless it was absolutely necessary, but hey I can change, in fact ever since then I've only said a little, such as "wan" or "son", or..." note
— Rokoroko from Doraemon: Nobita's Little Space War
Hank: I have been silent long enough!
Charlie: You have been silent for 30 seconds tops.
Charlie: You have been silent for 30 seconds tops.
"Look for a switch that says 'ESCAPE POD'. Alright? Don't touch ANYTHING else! Not interested in anything else. Don't TOUCH anything else, don't even - don't even LOOK at anything else! Just - well, obviously you've got to look at everything else to find the escape pod, but as soon as you've looked at something and it doesn't say 'ESCAPE POD', look at something else, look at the next thing. Alright? But don't touch anything else or look at any - well, look at other things but don't... you understand."
— Wheatley, Portal 2
Scourge: Well Blurr, anything to say?
Blurr: You'll never make me talk you dirty Decepticon rat! I'll never say a word- not a word- not a word I'll never never never talk!
— The Transformers, "The Rebirth, Part 2"
Bumblebee: All right, Zippy, start talking!
Blurr: First of all, the name's not "Zippy"! As a matter of fact, I don't believe I've ever met another bot named Zippy, so one can only assume that you came up with "Zippy" in reference to my speed, which may be technically accurate, but lacks a certain creativity!
Bumblebee: Eh...eh-eh...
Blurr: More to the point, the name's Blurr! I'm an Autobot intelligence agent, sent to this planet by the Elite Guard to keep an eye on Optimus Prime and his crew as well as monitor Decepticon activity, and you my friend, have just blown a deca-cycle of covert surveillance designed to uncover Megatron's plot to conquer Cybertron. Everything was going according to plan when I intercepted a communication between the Decepticon leader and an unknown double agent! They were in the midst of plotting the abduction of an unsuspecting Autobot who which now, from the status of the current ground situation appears to have been successful. Got that so far?
Bumblebee: Uh... Could you repeat the last part?
Blurr: Which last part?
Bumblebee: Oh, everything after 'The name's not Zippy.'
Blurr: First of all, the name's not "Zippy"! As a matter of fact, I don't believe I've ever met another bot named Zippy, so one can only assume that you came up with "Zippy" in reference to my speed, which may be technically accurate, but lacks a certain creativity!
Bumblebee: Eh...eh-eh...
Blurr: More to the point, the name's Blurr! I'm an Autobot intelligence agent, sent to this planet by the Elite Guard to keep an eye on Optimus Prime and his crew as well as monitor Decepticon activity, and you my friend, have just blown a deca-cycle of covert surveillance designed to uncover Megatron's plot to conquer Cybertron. Everything was going according to plan when I intercepted a communication between the Decepticon leader and an unknown double agent! They were in the midst of plotting the abduction of an unsuspecting Autobot who which now, from the status of the current ground situation appears to have been successful. Got that so far?
Bumblebee: Uh... Could you repeat the last part?
Blurr: Which last part?
Bumblebee: Oh, everything after 'The name's not Zippy.'
— Transformers: Animated, "A Bridge Too Close, Part 1"
...I think you're forgetting something. I'm the Doctor, and if there's one thing I can do, it's talk. I've got five billion languages and you haven't got one way of stopping me. So if anybody's gonna shut up, IT'S YOU!
(Daleks back away slightly)
Okeydoke! So, where were we?
(Daleks back away slightly)
Okeydoke! So, where were we?
— The Ninth Doctor, Doctor Who, "The Parting of the Ways"
See, there's the thing. I'm the Doctor, but beyond that, I just don't know. I literally do not know who I am. It's all untested. Am I funny? Am I sarcastic? Sexy? (winks at Rose) Right old misery? Life and soul? Right-handed? Left-handed? A gambler? A fighter? A coward? A traitor, a liar, a nervous wreck? I mean, judging by the evidence, I've certainly got a gob...
— The Tenth Doctor, Doctor Who
Hello. My name is Connie Muldoon. I'm hosting a family reunion and my oven has run amuck! I think it's the heat actuator. Anyhoo, I'd like to order, uh, three Good Meals, four Junior Good Meals, and 17-piece order of your Good Chunks and, okay, on two of the Junior Good Meals, I need to substitute the Good Cookies for Good Pies. Now, don't fret if that's extra; I'll pony up the overage. And, uh, oh! On the regular Good Meals, I need two of the Good Burgers to have ketchup, mayo, mustard, lettuce, tomato, but no onion; I've got an interview this afternoon. Let's see, that takes care of everyone but Uncle Leslie who doesn't eat meat but, of course, he does eat dairy, so I don't get it. Let's get Leslie a Good Chickwich, some Good Fries, and a Good Root Beer all to go. But I would like to have my beverage while I wait. Now, total me up!
— Connie Muldoon, Good Burger
Pinkie Pie: Have you ever had a cherry changa? Ooh! Sorry, that was a question.
Applejack: That kind of question is fine, Pinkie. No, I-I never had a cherry changa.
Pinkie Pie: Well no wonder, because I made it up myself! A cherry changa is mashed up cherries in a tortilla that's deep fried. Cherry changa. Great name, huh? Oh, but maybe I should call it a chimmy cherry. Ooh, that's good too. Which do you think sounds better? Cherry changa or chimmy cherry? Or what if I combine them? Chimmy cherry changa! What sounds the funniest? I like funny words! One of my favorite funny words is 'kumquat'! I didn't make that one up. I would work in a kumquat orchard just so I could say 'kumquat' all day! Kumquat, kumquat, kumquat! And 'pickle barrel'! Isn't that just the funnest thing to say? Pickle barrel pickle barrel pickle barrel. Say it with me! Pickle barrel kumquat, pickle barrel kumquat, pickle barrel kumquat, chimmy cherry changa-!
Applejack: No! Make it stop, make it stop!
Applejack: That kind of question is fine, Pinkie. No, I-I never had a cherry changa.
Pinkie Pie: Well no wonder, because I made it up myself! A cherry changa is mashed up cherries in a tortilla that's deep fried. Cherry changa. Great name, huh? Oh, but maybe I should call it a chimmy cherry. Ooh, that's good too. Which do you think sounds better? Cherry changa or chimmy cherry? Or what if I combine them? Chimmy cherry changa! What sounds the funniest? I like funny words! One of my favorite funny words is 'kumquat'! I didn't make that one up. I would work in a kumquat orchard just so I could say 'kumquat' all day! Kumquat, kumquat, kumquat! And 'pickle barrel'! Isn't that just the funnest thing to say? Pickle barrel pickle barrel pickle barrel. Say it with me! Pickle barrel kumquat, pickle barrel kumquat, pickle barrel kumquat, chimmy cherry changa-!
Applejack: No! Make it stop, make it stop!
— My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, "The Last Roundup"
Phoenix: P-Pinkie! Is your brain the size of chewed bubblegum!?
Pinkie: I don't think so, if it were bubblegum, it would probably stick to the inside of my head, don't you think?
Phoenix: Argh! Pinkie, just stop talking. PLEASE.
Pinkie: Okay, I'll stop talking... Ah! Oops, sorry, I spoke! AH I SPOKE AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AHH!
Pinkie: I don't think so, if it were bubblegum, it would probably stick to the inside of my head, don't you think?
Phoenix: Argh! Pinkie, just stop talking. PLEASE.
Pinkie: Okay, I'll stop talking... Ah! Oops, sorry, I spoke! AH I SPOKE AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AHH!
Kenny: Why are you hangin' with 7-11?
Lee: 7-11?
Kenny: Yeah, his mouth never closes.
Every word I say turns out a sentence!
— "Is It In My Head", Quadrophenia
Do you solemnly sweartotellthetruththewholetruth aaaand nothingbutthetrooooth?
— Bailiff, The Three Stooges "Disorder In The Court"
Let’s not beat around the bush here. What’s your name? How old are you? What are you? How did you get wounded? Why are the police after you? Say it!
— Sister Lan, Dreaming the Reality
"You know, you haven't stopped talking since I got here; you must have been vaccinated with a phonograph needle."
Shepard: Do you ever pause for breath?
Mordin: Sorry. I'lll tryyyy tooo slooow dooown... —No, no-no-no, can't do it. No time. Who are you?
Cartman: Okay. Last night, all four of us were at the bowling alley until about 7:30, at which time we noticed Ally Sheedy, the Goth chick from the Breakfast Club, was bowling in the lane next to us, and we asked her for her autograph, but she didn't have a pen, so we followed her out to her car, but on the way we were accosted by five Scientologists who wanted to give us all personality tests, which were administered at the Scientology Center in Denver until 10:45, at which time we accidentally boarded the wrong bus home and ended up in Rancho de Burritos Rojos, south of Castle Rock, and finally got a ride home with a man who was missing his left index finger, named Gary Bushwell, arriving home at 11:46.
— South Park Season 7, Episode 3: "Toilet Paper"
Randy!V: Yeah, cause you know in Amsterdam you gotta keep yo pimp hand strong cuz niggas out here actin' like Godzilla when they really lookin' like GO-rillas, you feel what I'm saying bitch? That was some of the realest game my nigga Don "The Dragon" Wilson gave to me, but that was after he just round-housed the shit out of me for just jumping through his motherfuckin' window while he was watching Shaq in Kazaam; but that was before I watched the documentary of Malcolm X and I got enlightened on the ways of the Quran and I stopped fucking that pork and them white bitches, although I loved to; but I had to get hip to that black power, you know what the fuck I'm saying bitch? Now I'm hidin' behind this motherfuckin' mask, you know I don't give a fuck; I got these gloves from OJ at an auction, bitch don't be gettin' scared now, you know what time it is bitch, you know OJ killed motherfuckers, I got a Bronco made out of- it's a real Bronco it ain't no motherfuckin' car. That's where I got this hair from, this ain't real bitch, this horse's ass! V for motherfuckin' Vitiligo bitch! Which is the disease I got by, you know, playin' patty-cakes with Michael Jackson, they said that shit wasn't infectious or contagious, but you know, he got my dumb ass, but luckily it straightened out my hair so I don't get no problems when I go by the East Side by them motherfuckin' hookers in the Red Light District, you know what the fuck I'm talkin' about? Gee hee hee, so botch go on ahead and BUY my motherfuckin' album: Strength through Unity, Unity through Faith; you know what the fuck I'm talkin' about?! Yeah!
—My Way Entertainment "V for Vocabulary"
LOOK I'M JUST A LITTLE OUT OF PRACTICE AT STAYING QUIET FOR EXTENDED PERIODS OF TIME, OK?
— Karkat Vantas after being told to shut up, Homestuck
"Scout, it's Pauling. I need something done quietly. Scout? Quietly."
— Miss Pauling, Team Fortress 2
Sonny Burch: Okay, hold on, hold on. I like a good story as much as the next person, but what in the hell does this have to do with where Scott Lang is?
Luis: I'm getting there! I'm getting there.
Dave: You put a dime in him, you gotta let the whole song play out.
Kurt: He like human jukebox.
Luis: I'm getting there! I'm getting there.
Dave: You put a dime in him, you gotta let the whole song play out.
Kurt: He like human jukebox.
Haley: Roy, there you are. Did Elan tell you yet?
Roy: Can you be more specific? Elan tells me many things, the majority of which I allow to pass through my brain unhindered.
Roy: Can you be more specific? Elan tells me many things, the majority of which I allow to pass through my brain unhindered.
Pirate: Can you do that once more?
Major-General: Certainly!
Pirate: And can you do it really fast?
Major-General: Ha! Watch this!
Major-General: Certainly!
Pirate: And can you do it really fast?
Major-General: Ha! Watch this!
— A pirate and Major-General Staley immediately before the latter does an encore of the Major General Song, Pirates of Penzance.
There’s a margin for error but I’m pretty sure there’s a Seven Forty-Seven leaving Heathrow tomorrow at six thirty in the evening for Baltimore. Apparently it’s going to save the world. Not sure how that can be true but give me a moment; I’ve only been on the case for eight seconds. (beat) Oh, come on. It’s not code. These are seat allocations on a passenger jet. Look ... There’s no letter ‘I’ because it can be mistaken for a ‘1’; no letters past ‘K’ – the width of the plane is the limit. The numbers always appear randomly and not in sequence but the letters have little runs of sequence all over the place – families and couples sitting together. Only a Jumbo is wide enough to need the letter ‘K’ or rows past fifty-five, which is why there’s always an upstairs. There’s a row thirteen, which eliminates the more superstitious airlines. Then there’s the style of the flight number – zero zero seven – that eliminates a few more; and assuming a British point of origin, which would be logical considering the original source of the information and assuming from the increased pressure on you lately that the crisis is imminent, the only flight that matches all the criteria and departs within the week is the six thirty to Baltimore tomorrow evening from Heathrow Airport. (beat) Please don’t feel obliged to tell me that was remarkable or amazing. John’s expressed the same thought in every possible variant available to the English language.
Pearl: A new weapon is available! [shows weapon] Aw man, now we have to listen to Sheldon nerd out again...
Marina: I mean, I like him and all, but slow down, crabman!
Marina: I mean, I like him and all, but slow down, crabman!
— Splatoon 2 weapon update announcement
You try to interject, but the Archive is apparently very interested in explaining this.
Lars: You went back to Earth? What the heck? Is my head like a wormhole?
Steven: No, it's way simpler than that. You see, I have a pink pet lion who belonged to my mom when she was still here, and it turns out I can go into his mane, and it transports me to a magical dimension where my mom kept a bunch of artifacts on a hill with a tree, and for some reason, I can't breathe in there. But anyway, when I went into Lars' head, I got transported to the same magical dimension, but it was a new part of it, but since the two are connected, I could reach the portal that leads out of Lion's mane, which is back on Earth!
Clyde is... well, the long story is complicated, involves reincarnation, artificial intelligence, and the zombpocalypse, but the short version is that he's a very nice, slightly nerdy man who happens to be able to do magic.
"I mean," he continues, "I know Nazis have become the bogey man of the twenty-first century. Sort of comic-book, computer-game default villain types. Standard bad person type X. Or not type X. But, you know, stereotyped. Which, and this is again, opinion, editorial, not strict facts, but a defensible argument I think - which rather takes away from how evil they were. I mean I don't think, from what I know at least, that we can really say what Kayla has done here, say behavior A, is really comparable with, say, well, let's call it behavior B - persecuted an entire religious group and mass exterminations in concentration camps."
I often assume that to gain his magical aptitude, Clyde made some Faustian bargain that involved him giving up the ability to end sentences. Nothing in my experience working for MI37 has really made that seem unlikely.
—Broken Hero, by Jonathan Wood
We are the masters of a power driven to the far reaches of the universe, and we have but one desire! Can one such as you possibly fathom how dearly we have clung to this dream across the aeons? How could you! You couldn't! Never ever ever! We who once faced those who were in such fear of our power that they sealed us away and banished us to the edge of the galaxy! US! As if THAT loveliness wasn't enough, they tried to erase our very existence from history! RUDE! Only through our magic were we able to overcome their science and achieve great prosperity! We alone were responsible for stopping that repulsive nightmare of a galactic crisis, yet this is how you repay us! This won't stand! It won't be forgiven! It won't be forgotten! Never ever EVER! Those who called us mad, are you listening? You left us at the edge of the galaxy to be forgotten, then went along your merry way, probably living somewhere pretty and peaceful! But know this! Your future is a farce! You have none! We, masters of a matter most dark, vow to be restored, as foretold in the book of legend, which everyone thought was just a fairy tale! It WASN'T! We have already obtained the vessel that contains our Dark Lord, and he will soon awaken and shower us in compassion! Look! The vessel of our Dark Lord is filling up even as we speak! Now the time for his greatness to enter our world has come! Welcome to a new history! A new age! The age of awesome! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARK LORD! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
—Hyness, Kirby Star Allies
Sir! Are you looking for a gunner? I'm looking for a ship! Here are my references!! Here are more references!! Here's my design for a whistling shell!! Here's my colleague!! (He'll stay on shore.) Here's my hand!!! Will you take it?
(normal speaking speed) Ladies... Welcome to the Home of the Spy. I will now explain to you which are our services: (starts speaking faster) We have all kinds of devices designed for your security: transmitters, microphones, multi-bands, multi-cameras, miniature cameras, frequency inhibitors, code decipherers, spy glasses, scanner, walkies, GPS, we hide cameras in all kinds of objects: mobile phones, buttons, pens, spyholes, packets of cigarettes, pet collars. We are constantly watched by the government, companies, supermarkets, public transport, by the secret services all over the world: CESID, CIA, FBI, KGB, MI6, Mossad, they all watch us, I repeat, they all watch us. (normal speed) Any doubt? (Marisa, Concha and Vicenta shake their heads) I'm glad.
Gerardo, Aquí no hay quien viva
(to HP's mother) You see, I was just talking it over with the rest of the Koffiehuis and every single one of us agrees that HP should be allowed to be on the ship, largely because not only has she been learning and studying on board the ship, but is also one of the most invaluable members of the Koffiehuis that there is. You see, she saved the life of someone named Corbin West- screen name The Absent Coder- and it's very likely that you don't know who the heck I'm talking about, so I'll just say this: my one sole biological brother was tragically killed in a car wreck, and when Absent was brought on board and turned into a Pokemon, he came up with an ingenious plan to bring him Back from the Dead. See, there's this Pokemon called Mimikyu that's half Fairy-type and half-Ghost (then, during the dialogue in the background), and it wears a makeshift Pikachu plushy. Now, my brother- his name's Mort- was a Swirlix, which is Fairy-type, but since he's dead, he has a Ghost type added to him. Therefore, he shares this type with Mimikyu, who, like I said before, wears a makeshift Pikachu plushy. So Absent took all this into consideration, (dialogue fades out) and Absent figured- why not use a Swirlix plushy to bring him back from the dead? So, lo and behold, we went to the dollar store and bought a Swirlix plushy (dialogue fades back in), then we put it on the ground and within minutes Mort's spirit invaded the plushy! So now he can talk to my family again (dialogue fades back out) and with that said, Absent became a hero in the eyes of me and my parents and siblings, but of course, none of this would have happened without HP's intervention, so I'm begging you, just this once, use common sense and logic and bring your daughter back onto the ship with her friends where she belongs! (he pauses, then looks up at HP's mother nervously) You don't wanna end up throwing your daughter into the ocean, do ya?
— Alle Vandertramp, entirely in one breath at about 5 words a second, SOSchip, Chapter 6, "Family Matters"
jij praat te veel, jij praat te veel
jij praat, jij praat, jij praat te veel
kun jij nu nooit eens stil zijn
jij praat te veel, jij praat te veel
jij praat, jij praat, jij praat te veel
zo krijgen wij weer hoofdpijn
— Kabouter Plop, "Jij Praat Te Veel"note
Not as big as they say, you, not nearly! 'Spected a mountain, all A got's a ghul-mound! Y'speak m'language, do ya? Y'speak blood, d'ya?! Speak guts?! 'Cause Imma done reckoning (?????) rip y'throat out so fast it'll whistle!
— "Inscrutable" Uruks, Middle-earth: Shadow of War
Siuzan wrapped a stone in her coat to make a pillow. "We have no need for such ingenuity!" declared Mark Pol. "Not us. Lacking a head has advantages as well as disadvantages, I think. No need of pillows! No expensive hats! No costly sunglasses!"
"Be quiet," I hissed. "Go to sleep. Or if you do not, then at least let us go to sleep."
"I shall be silent as the night sky," he promised. But even when he was himself asleep he muttered and chattered to himself, scraps and orts of words, symptoms of a restless soul.
—Land Of The Headless, by Adam Roberts
Crookedjaw's head was spinning. "Slow down," he meowed.
"Sorry!" Sedgepaw flattened her ears. "I know I talk too much but I just want to be the best apprentice. I'm so glad you're my mentor. You're the strongest cat in RiverClan, except Rippleclaw, but he's old - not an elder or anything - but you're younger and you remember what it's like to be a 'paw. And I'm going to listen to everything you tell me..."
"Sorry!" Sedgepaw flattened her ears. "I know I talk too much but I just want to be the best apprentice. I'm so glad you're my mentor. You're the strongest cat in RiverClan, except Rippleclaw, but he's old - not an elder or anything - but you're younger and you remember what it's like to be a 'paw. And I'm going to listen to everything you tell me..."
Tommy: Anyway– God, these walls, you need to get them sorted out, hey, that's why– no, that's not why I'm here, I need to start being more honest. I'm thinking out loud a lot these days, Technoblade!
Techno: I've noticed.
Techno: I've noticed.
"Ah dear, I weesh, I weesh, I weesh for a feesh– right, lets, um, let's do– let's do Grass Race, if you didn't see, Grass Race is happening, it's happening, it's not started yet but it's gonna be starting, er, very soon, I don't know, maybe next week, may– it's gonna– it's– it's– it should hopefully start in April, as long as we're not slow, so basically, as soon as it's ready it's gonna begin, so we're on the verge of the– the Great Grass Race of Ocean Den beginning so, um, this i– this is the plan, in case you didn't see the last episode, and even if you did see the last episode, it's good to have a– a bit of a recap, so, there's gonna be four sheep in each pen, and um, Sqaishey's– Sqaishey's in charge of that at the moment, um, I'm in charge of this, so it's gonna be like a whirlpool, so these are the two trails, here's Sqaishey's, here's mine, and they're basically gonna go rooouuund and rooouuund, and round and round, all the way around I kinda changed this from how it was the last episode and made it a bit neater, so– er, yeah, I'm gonna work on that– do you wanna try and get the– the sheep in the pen, and we also need to get dye as well, we need to get yellow and– and orange dye at the same time, don't we?"
—Stampy, Ocean Den Episode 26, "Rambling On"
"Man I tell you what Hank bout there-that dang ol meaning o’life, man. It’s like this man. You’ like a butterfly flappin ‘is wings deep down in that forest man an’ it gonna cause a tree fall like five thousand miles away man. If-an ain’t no body see it nobody don-done-e’en know it happen you know ibda baby born into this world int’know neck god dang friends got no nothin but da go come into find out about em ol evil man. Man see like, you don even know man. When-dyagon it’d like you born into this world man and you got — it’s like this: dust in the wind man, or like a dang ol’ candle in the wind man. You gon — it don matter man it’s not the old oldies all th’ time man. You know what I think man? It’d like the the dang ol – I think therefore you are man."
—Boomhauer on the meaning of life, King of the Hill
Mom likes to talk. She likes to talk so much that you can mmm-hmm along with her and have a whole conversation in which you don't say a word. Especially now, when she's far enough away that even if she's pissed off she can't put her hand to your bare skin and make you sob with remorse.
"The Krabby Patty formula is the sole property of the Krusty Krab and is only to be discussed in part or in whole with its creator, Mr. Krabs. Duplication of this formula is punishable by law. Restrictions apply, results may vary."
—SpongeBob, SpongeBob SquarePants, "Imitation Krabs"
"Glasses are really versatile. First, you can have glasses-wearing girls take them off and suddenly become beautiful, or have girls wearing glasses flashing those cute grins, or have girls stealing the protagonist's glasses and putting them on like, "Haha, got your glasses!" That's just way too cute! Also, boys with glasses! I really like when their glasses have that suspicious looking gleam, and it's amazing how it can look really cool or just be a joke. I really like how it can fulfill all those abstract needs. Being able to switch up the styles and colors of glasses based on your mood is a lot of fun too! It's actually so much fun! You have those half rim glasses, or the thick frame glasses, everything! It's like you're enjoying all these kinds of glasses at a buffet. I really want Luna to try some on or Marine to try some on to replace her eyepatch. We really need glasses to become a thing in hololive and start selling them for HoloComi. Don't. You. Think. We. Really. Need. To. Officially. Give. Everyone. Glasses?"
—Shirakami Fubuki talking about her love of fictional characters with glasses in the span of 40 seconds
"Oh, I'll read it to you. It's just a simple little confession... 'In as much as I, Roger de Lodgerley, of Bedside Manor, Wilts - hereinafter referred to as the party of the first part - did unlawfully, with malice aforethought and without taking due precaution, on the night of October 4th last, admire, covet, blandish, cosset, seduce, and otherwise, get at Marie, spouse to Henry Tudor - hereinafter referred to as the party of the second part - I do now hereby solemnly declare, and in witness thereof, I append my signature below, that the resulting issue - hereinafter referred to as the party of the third part - is the direct consequence of the joining together of the part of the first part's and the party of the second part's parts'."
— Thomas Cromwell, Carry On Henry
"Well, Wendy and I were trying to study, but Griffin kept turning up the music, so Wendy got frustrated and left. Then I told Griffin he was obnoxious and he said I should rent a sense of humor, and I said, "Oh, really?" And then while I was telling him how immature he was, I realized he's super-cute, and he asked me if I like music, so I go, "Who doesn't like music?" So then I turned on some music and we started talking and I realized he's really sweet and smart and his lips were right there in front of me, so I leaned over and I kissed him! ...And I don't kiss like "Mwah", I kiss like a princess!"
— Carly Shay, iCarly, "iDate a Bad Boy"
Donkey: Hi, Princess!
Fiona: [to Donkey] It talks!
Shrek: Yeah, it's gettin' him to shut up that's the trick!
Donkey: I'm going to just stop talking!
Shrek: Finally!
Donkey: Hey what about my Miranda Rights?! You're supposed to say I have the right to remain silent! Nobody said I had the right to remain silent!
Shrek: Donkey! You HAVE the right to remain silent! What you lack is the capacity.
"Bart rented a car with a phony driver's license and drove Milhouse, Martin, and Nelson to a wig outlet in Knoxville and the car got crushed and they're out of money and they can't get home and Bart's working as a courier and just came back from Hong Kong!"
— Lisa Simpson, The Simpsons ("Bart on the Road")
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Byakuya Togami: Mioda.
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Togami: Mioda!
Byakuya Togami: Mioda.
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Togami: Mioda...
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Togami: Mioda!
"What would you like for dinner?" his dad, Charlie, would say to him and his younger sister, Ruby, in the evening.
Ruby would open her mouth and say: "Actually" – she said "actually" a lot – "I fancy shep—" but before she got any further Sam would be saying:
"I'd like a telescope. And a skateboard. And new trainers. And a guinea pig. And a tool kit. And an iPod. And some of David Walliams's books."
"—herds pie," Ruby would say.
"For dinner, I said, Sam," his dad would say. "Not for your birthday."
Ruby would open her mouth and say: "Actually" – she said "actually" a lot – "I fancy shep—" but before she got any further Sam would be saying:
"I'd like a telescope. And a skateboard. And new trainers. And a guinea pig. And a tool kit. And an iPod. And some of David Walliams's books."
"—herds pie," Ruby would say.
"For dinner, I said, Sam," his dad would say. "Not for your birthday."
— Birthday Boy, Chapter 1
