More!
Our lot is to do, then die, and always we must question why.
All right, wait a minute! No drinking! No drugs! No kissing! No tattoos! No piercings! No ritual animal slaughters of any kind! Oh, God, I'm giving them ideas.
Squirrelzilla. It's like Godzilla, but with bigger nuts.
You will perish in flames, subcreature! Gozer will destroy you and your kind! Gozer the Traveler will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldronaii, the Traveler came as a very large and moving Torb. Then, of course, in the third reconciliation of the last of the Meketrex supplicants, they chose a new form for him, that of a Sloar. Many Shubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Sloar that day, I can tell you.
No man is a Three Mile Island.
I'll be here. To help you. Any way I can. Other than shootin' you in the head.
I find it offensive when people dismember me.
If you love something, set it free... but don't be surprised when it comes back with herpes.
I understand the importance of bondage between mother and child.
More!