Apr 7, 2025
Natasha: It's hard enough to make a living in a spy world, so every now and then you got to do something that might not agree with your principles. Basically, you have to forget you got any.
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Natasha: It's hard enough to make a living in a spy world, so every now and then you got to do something that might not agree with your principles. Basically, you have to forget you got any.
Bugs: You are a bad-boy animator, and bad-boy animators are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies! Bad Boy Animator: I draw the bodies. I don't erase the bodies.
Sevika: We've lost Jinx.
Silco: Shhhhh. You're going to have to repeat that.
Sevika: We've lost Jinx.
Silco: Well how'd you lose her? She's not a set of fucking car keys, is she? And it's not as if she's incon-fucking-spicuous now, is she?
On the run…
Red Hood [to Robin, about Titus]: I don’t want that dog dribbling on my seats.
Red Robin: Your seats? Jason, this is a stolen car, man.
Daniel Sousa: He’s a natural, ain’t you Jack?
Jack Thompson: ‘course I am…
[reverses into parked van]
Peggy Carter: A natural fucking idiot.
Sylvester Jr.: You shouldn't drink that stuff anyway. [looking at the milk Sylvester is drinking]
Sylvester: Why, what's wrong with it?
Sylvester Jr.: It's not in sync with evolution.
Sylvester: Shut up.
Sylvester Jr.: Cows have only been domesticated for the last eight thousand years. Before that, they were running around mad as lorries. The feline digestive system hasn't got used to dairy products yet.
Sylvester: Well, sthufferin’ sthuccotash, Junior. What have you been reading?
Sylvester Jr.: Let me do you a favor. [takes the milk off Sylvester's hand and throws it out the window and it hits a car behind them followed by screeching tires and a loud crash]
Both: [look at each other] Whoops.
Porky: H-h-he's a natural, aren't you, Daffy? Daffy: 'Courthe I am! [Reverses into parked van] Bugs: A natural maroon! What have you done? Porky: Y-y-y-yeah, Daffy, w-w-what have you d-d-done?
Daffy: Eighty-sthix carrots.
Bugs: Where?
Daffy: London.
Bugs: London?
Daffy: London.
Lola: London?
Daffy: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worthe weather, Mary Poppins... LONDON.