#source: babe

[incorrectinvaderzim]

*Zim and Dib are pretty much trying to kill each other in the background* GIR: *singing to the tune of "Jingle Bells"* La la laaa, la la laa, la la la la laaaaa! La la la, la la la la, la la la la la...hey!

[totallycorrectfostershome]

Mac: Frankie?

Frankie: *looks at Mac*

Mac: ...May I call you "Mom"?

Frankie: *smiles and hugs Mac*

[incorrect101dalmatians]

Spot: Christmas...Christmas dinner, yeah.

Spot: Dinner means death. Death means CARNAGE. CHRISTMAS MEANS CARNAGE!

Spot: CHRISTMASMEANSCARNAGE!

[incorrectbloodbornequotes-blog]

“That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.”

- The Hunter

[totallycorrectfostershome]

Coco: *singing to the tune of "Jingle Bells"* Co co co, co co co, co co co co cooooo...

Coco: *still singing* Co co co, coco co co, co coco co co...co!

[yoshiandyuriwithbecky]

Pelswick: Yuri?

Yuri: *looks at Pelswick*

Pelswick: ... can I call you "Mom"?

Yuri: *smiles and hugs Pelswick*

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Th-th-th-th-th-this is a t-t-t-tale about an unpre-unpre-an impartial h-h-heart, and how it changed our v-v-valley forev-forev-forev-a long time. Th-th-th-there was a time n-n-not so l-l-long ago when p-p-pigs were afforded n-n-no respect, except by other p-p-p-pigs; they lived their whole lives in a c-c-cruel and sunless w-w-world. In those days pigs believed that the s-s-s-sooner they grew l-l-l-large and f-f-fat, the sooner they'd be taken into P-P-P-Pig P-P-Paradise, a place so wonde-wonde-uh great that no pig had ever thought to c-c-come back.

Porky Pig 

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Penelope Pussycat: And they even say that you don't know what pigs are for.

Porky: W-w-w-w-what do you mean, w-what pigs are f-f-for?

Penelope: You know, why pigs are here?

Porky: W-w-w-w-why are any of us h-h-h-here?

Penelope: Well, the cows are here to be milked; the dogs are here to help the Boss's husband with the sheep; and I'm here to be beautiful, and affectionate to the Boss...

Porky: Y-y-y-y-y-yes?

Penelope: Ah, the fact is, pigs don't have a purpose. Just like ducks don't have a purpose.

Porky: Uh, I - I d-d-d-d-don't - uh ...

Penelope: Oh, all right. For your own sake, I'll be blunt. Why do the Bosses keep ducks? To eat them. So why do the Bosses keep a pig? The fact is that animals that don't seem to have a purpose really do have a purpose. The Bosses have to eat. It's probably the most noble purpose of all, when you come to think about it.

Porky: Th-th-th-they - eat - p-p-p-pigs?

Penelope: Pork, they call it. Or bacon. They only call them pigs when they're alive.