DE: Friends, Romans, lend me your words

[bjornwilde]

Letting leeshajoy jump the line for this DE as I'm feeling quote-ish:

Dusting off an older DE meme:
Post a quote from a canon of your choice and let others guess where it comes from. It need not be a canon represented in Milliways. Proper names may be censored to further obfuscate the source of the quote.

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[wanderlustlover]

"If all the world considers you evil, are you?"

[olive_and_clove]

K: If she decides that you’re not up to snuff, she’ll fix the mistake of your existence. Her words, not mine.
A: She has a high opinion of herself.
K: Oh yes. When she gets into a car, her ego has to ride shotgun.

[ceitfianna]

Tom stammered a moment, in a pathetic confusion, then got it out: "To crack nuts with!"

[knightoftheswan]

P: I may be blind, but I've got acute 'earing.
C: I'm not interested in your jewelry, cloth-eyes.

[leeshajoy]

"Okay, he's not even trying to be subtle anymore. Or maybe he is, in which case, wow, that's kind of sad."

[knightoftheswan]

Portal 2, perhaps?

[leeshajoy]

Yep!

[jjprobert]

The extraction had been bloody. Fierce as hell. The Serbs hadn't wanted to give up their prized American pilot and they'd fought hard. When that chopper resumed and hit the tarmac on the Wasp, it had four seriously wounded Marines on board.

[misslucyjane]

Yellowbeard!

[knightoftheswan]

You got it!

[bbq_platypus]

"Pigs are smarter than bears, but they can't ride motorcycles."

[bbq_platypus]

I ran, I loped through night streets. I jumped over cars. I smelled something. Coffee. Cinnamon. I went to investigate. A kitchen. A girl dressed in black. She screamed. I liked it. The others left. The place was empty. The spotlight still burned. I took my place. I said my poem. The empty room resounded. The walls heard my words. They were disgusted.

I ate a cinnamon roll. I was disgusted. I ran outside. In the street, another girl. The one with yellow hair tinged with green. She was known to me. She walked. I followed. She thought. She skulked in shadow.

She arrived at her house. I lurked. She went in. I went away. Back to the place of the poem. I said my poem again.

The cream for the coffee curdled. The cinnamon rolls turned moldy.

I said my poem again. The spotlight turned a sickly brownish-green.

I left the place. I returned to the streets and the moon.

I had a nice time.

[knightoftheswan]

Freakazoid!

[fantasticfireferret]

"Your best friend is a...polar bear-dog. Somehow that makes perfect sense."


(GEE. WHERE COULD THIS BE FROM?)

[misslucyjane]

H: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don’t want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes?

J: [H], if you pause to think, you’d realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led… and, of course, the quality of the pancakes.

[saphyria]

"We have delivered you from evil, but the evil that is inside men is at the last a matter for men to control. The responsibility and the hope and the promise are in your hands."

[jjprobert]

I have a bad feeling about this.

[msofarc]

"Yes, you did. Yes, you had zombies. But this is Zombie Redneck Torture Family. See? They're entirely separate species. It's like the difference between the elephant and the elephant seal."

[bjornwilde]

Cabin in the Woods?

[bjornwilde]

I'm trying to think of anything but Star Wars, and I'm failing.

[bjornwilde]

My Little Pony?

[bjornwilde]

I had to cheat with Google but that book look sinteresting.

[fantasticfireferret]

Wrong. The Brothers Karamazov.

[saphyria]

[*Wilhelm scream*]

[mnr_splinter]

Everything ever?