izombie sentence starters ( season 1 episode 13.)
“ just calm your ass down.”
“ who is this guy and why is he up in our business?”
“ i love the moxie. but i’m the mick jagger here. time is on my side.”
“ it would certainly motivate me.”
“ i hope you brought your appetite.”
“ this indian mustard you brought in sucks donkey parts.”
“ screw that, i’m ready now!”
“ i want my life back, ___.”
“ i’ll sign a waiver, just let me do it.”
“ rub it in, you smug little…!”
“ what happened to your face?”
“ who writes this stuff, right?”
“ you’re suggesting that i’m somehow responsible?”
“ if the subtext is confusing, yeah, i’m suggesting you had something to do with it.”
“ hey! creepy-stares-alot, i can see you.”
“ i would never root for anybody’s death, okay?”
“ so i’ve been doing a bit of online research, trying to figure out how long you’ll survive in here, and guess what i discovered.”
“ i can keep you in here, alive and suffering as long as i want.”
“ why are you doing this?”
“ wow. that felt really good to get off my chest.”
“ no one’s stopping you, brother.”
“ look, i don’t know if you’re hungry, but you know what my mom always says? there’s always room for soup.”
“ say what you want about the lady that owns this place, she makes a mean bean and bratwurst stew.”
“ oh, looks like you found the secret to our secret recipe.”
“ aw, c’mon. eating brains doesn’t make you a monster. it takes a little more effort.”
“ what are we looking for?”
“ what were you thinking?”
“ i’m kick-starting this bitch, man!”
“ hey, how would you like to earn ten dollars?”
“ i turned around for like, a minute, and when i turned back, i saw some dudes rolling out from under the car.”
“ geez, hon, relax, i was kidding.”
“ then what do you want from me?”
“ i want to know what sort of person kills his friends for three hundred grand.”
“ it’s just caffeine, right? not like it’s magic.”
“ it’s ridiculous… unless it’s not.”
“ i’m so sick of this life, ___”
“ hang in there. it’s not much longer now.”
“ i was starting to worry about you.”
“ after all we’ve been through, that warms my heart.”
“ why do you have ___’s phone?”
“ please don’t hurt him/her!”
“ you don’t want to catch up first? i have so much to tell you.”
“ oh, god, no, please, please!”
“ it’s okay, just get out of here.”
“ thank you, god bless you.”
“ look what you did, man!”
“ just what we need. a noise complaint.”
“ you got the slow and agonizing death thing under control, right? great. hope it hurts.”
“ ah! mother jones! that hurts.”
“ you killed ___, didn’t you?”
“ okay, let’s put the gun down, huh? let’s talk.”
“ there’s a reason you didn’t aim for my head.”
“ so really, you can’t kill me.”
“ we have to stop the bleeding!”
“ just be here with me, okay?”
“ i told you there were zombies. you didn’t believe me.”
“ wait. oh man, you don’t know?”
“ dude, you’re about to go out with one large dose of irony.”
“ you thought those were what, just questionable style choices?”
“ ___, please, please, i…”
“ all this sound and fury, and for what? nothing.”
“ i’ve got friends in high places.”
“ kill my crew, i’ll make more. kill my customers, i’ll make more. cost me money, i’ll make more.”
“ what did you do? did you… is this…? oh, no…”
“ oh, no, you’ve really screwed the pooch now.”
“ let me know if you survive. you’re our guinea pig now.”
“ you should try to get this down.”
“ it gets better. but it would be lying to say you get used to it.”
“ but doesn’t lying come naturally to you by now?”
“ instead of telling me the truth, you decided it’d be easier to break my heart.”
“ you have no faith in me.”
“ i have more faith in you than anyone ever.”
“ so that’s what helps you sleep at night. hm. what about me? what’s the greater good for me?”
“ trust me, i’m just getting started.”
“ whatever happens now, i hope you can forgive me. i doubt humanity is going to.”
“ what? what did you do?”
“ oh, thank god you had your phone on!”
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