I guess the Turtles or April talked about him while they were down on the farm, but I feel cheated that this movie robbed me of Casey delivering a goggle-eyed "Your sensei's a giant rat?!
: There is a pretty funny moment where Elias Koteas looks at this talking rat, takes a second to understand what hes seeing, then just accepts it and saves him. Chris:
I stand corrected; that is
"You just saw this guy flying!
Be impressed, dammit!"
Nostalgia Critic: Moving on, I guess?
Linkara: Nobody even batted an eye?
Spoony: Is this like an everyday thing?
Nostalgia Critic: When did killing a vampire become yesterday's news?
Yeah, I don't care where or when you are—And then again, neither does Uwe Boll—but killing a vampire will never be a boring thing!
"Go about your business, citizens! I am just a random guy running down the streets with a bloody fireaxe! Nothing to see here!"
Remember how in The Shadow Over Innsmouth
the fact that the townsfolk secretly worship Dagon, are turning into fish and repeatedly knob deep ones was the big revelation that drove the narrator mad
? Well, Innsmouthers show up in this game, someone points them out to us and goes "They look weird, don't they? It's because they worship Dagon and are turning into fish. Besides that, they're alright lads, but I wish they'd stop flooding the economy with all that gold they get from those deep ones they're always knobbing." It just throws me how everyone including the protagonist takes this all in stride! The game has a rather insipid combat element as partial justification for the open-world, so every now and again we get attacked by reject Silent Hill: Homecoming
monsters in a basement and no one seems to give a shit! "Yeah, pesky buggers aren't they? We kinda got used to them
after we barricaded off the seven or eight streets they hang out on." I'm sorry, how many streets!? What are the fucking cops doing!? Shooting at me, apparently
because I got confused and pointed my gun at a deranged heavily tattooed deep one cultist as he walked nonchalantly down the street to the chemist
You are at the sun. You see nothing of interest.
You know, I'm pretty sure that if I were standing on the surface of the Sun, whatever I'd be seeing would be of
particular interest. Then again, maybe I had already figured anyone standing on the surface of the Sun would be blinded a skillion times over. But I'm guessing not.
Oh dear. You've sure gotten big...Kuro-tan. Asok:
You are dressed very odd. Phil:
It's casual day. Asok:
That's the most frightening outfit I have ever seen. Phil:
You haven't seen me in bicycle pants.
"Find anything interesting?"
— Barry Burton
, completely ignoring the decomposing snake that Jill Valentine just killed, Resident Evil
"On any other day, that might seem strange."
— Cameron Poe
, ignoring a car being towed behind the plane by a rope as he hunts escaped convicts, Con Air
How could we miss that? The Doctor:
Low level perception filter, or maybe we're thick.
"Asides from the wounded soldier lying unconscious, starving, and dehydrated in the main hallway, the remainder of the summer remains uneventful." "A three-headed Rolf. Yawn." Dr. Venture:
Okay, Hank, you're taking this way too well. Hank:
Well gee, dad, we've seen a lot of strange stuff over the years
. Last week, we were fighting a giant dinosaur. Dr. Venture:
Granted, but I wasn't the dinosaur. Can't you see where maybe this is different?
— The Venture Bros.
, after Dr. Venture is turned into a giant caterpillar, "Mid-Life Chrysalis"
"Mm-hm. Mm-hm. Pretty neat." C-Sec officer:
A few minor changes were made to reduce the risk of geth infiltration. We apologize for the inconvenience. Legion (a geth):
Geth do not infiltrate. C-Sec officer:
You should leave your personal synthetic assistant at home. They're not allowed on public shuttles any more. Legion: (sidelong glance at Shepard)
Geth do not intentionally
"Action movies have conditioned us to associate an actor's indifference toward devastating destruction with badassedness, rather than, you know, being a soulless shell of a human being. Combine this trend with the Russian people's legendary inability to give a single shit and the result is the poster for Stalingrad, in which a giant plane is set to crash just above the scene and not one of the eight actors is even looking at it. Some men just don't care to watch the world burn." "Kid, you're on a raft with fucking DINOSAURS! How about a little acknowledgement of this miracle, huh?" Grishnak:
You're a strange lookin' group. What'dya want? Knight-Captain:
... says the half-orc pirate.
Nice place. You pay to live here? Beverly:
It's cheap, the manager of my band found it for me. Howard:
I suggest you find a new manager. Beverly:
Hey, I'd love to, but we got this damn contract with the sleazoid. He won't even give us the money he owes us. Nostalgia Critic:
YOU KNOW YOU'RE TALKING TO A DUCK, RIGHT?!
: At that moment, Polnareff's hair went crazy. Polnareff
: (Polnareff's hair grows to a ridiculously tall height.)
Whoa, my hair got extremely long! Jotaro
: It always does that. Joseph
: It always happens. Polnareff
: No, even so, this is different, look at this length! It's tall, taaalll! (Polnareff's hair reaches into the stratosphere.) Narrator
: Po-polnareff's hair became really, really long but that didn't phase them.
Don't just stand there gawping! Like you've never seen the hand of God before!
Pete. Didn't expect to see you back in here. On account of you being deceased
Mills: Cole, what's wrong with you? How you even got an appetite right now?
Yeah, that was an unconventional encounter.
: So, you're a dog. Sam
: For certain values of "dog", yeah. Ash
: And you, Flapsnap. Claptrap
: CLAPTRAP! Ash
: You're some kind of robot? Claptrap
: I'm also a ninja! Ash
: And our host is a pirate. Winslow
: I'm more of a retired raconteur these days. Ash
: And none of you are weirded out by this? Claptrap
: Nope. Winslow
: Nay. Sam
: I get weirder things in my sandwiches. Ash
: Oookay then.
Which alarm is that? Zombie virus? Wendy:
Alien invasion? Jackie:
Giant spider robots from another dimension where the Nazis won? Teddy:
No, that one goes eeyoo-eeyoo-awdub-awdub... Wendy:
I turned myself into a pickle, Morty! Boom! Big reveal: I'm a pickle. What do you think about that? I turned myself into a pickle! ...W-what are you just staring at me for, bro? I turned myself into a pickle, Morty! Morty:
"And"? What more do you want tacked on to this? "I turned myself into a pickle, and 9/11 was an inside job"? Morty:
Was it? Rick:
Who cares, Morty? Global acts of terrorism happen every day. Uh, here's something that's never happened before: I'm a pickle.
Am I losing my mind here or are insects helping with the removal, Jason?
"The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds—pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum ... it's breathtaking—I highly suggest you try it."
: They were definitely dead... but they came back to life! Yakuza with Glasses
And since when does low profile involve landing a jet in the middle of the city? Jen:
It's Central Park! People land jets here all the time!