"Throw me a fricken bone here. I'm the boss, need the info."
"Din din.... I want chicken, I want liver, Meow Mix, Meow Mix, please deliver."
"All I wanted was a fricken rotating chair."
"Why must I be surrounded by fricken idiots?"
"Why make trillions when we can make... BILLIONS?"
"We're in a volcan-o, we're surrounded by liquid hot mag-ma."
"Mini Me, are you hungry? Want something to eat? Not even a hot pocket?"
"You're
quasi evil. Semi evil. The margarine of evil. The diet coke of evil. Just
one
calorie,
not evil enough."
"Do you like your quasi futuristic clothes, Mr. Powers. I designed them myself."
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exzipit A."
"Would you like a suck from my zipple?"
"Look, I'm Zippy Longstockings!"
"When a problem comes along, you've got to zip it, zip it good."
"www.shhh.com.org"
"Let me tell you a story about a little man named shhh."
"Just so you know, I have a whole bag of shhh with your name on it."
Here are a couple of long ones:
“The details of my life are quite inconsequential... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we would make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds-- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking-- I suggest you try it.”
"From the moment I heard Frau say I had a clone I knew that I'd be safe cause i'd never be alone. An evil doctor shouldn't speak a lot about his feelings; my hurt and my pain don't make me too appealing. I hoped Scott would look up to me, run the business of the family. Have an evil empire just like his dear old dad. Give him my love and the things I never had. Scott would think I was a good guy, return the love a have, make me want to cry. Be EVIL, but have my feelings too. Change my life with Oprah and Mya Angelou. But Scott rejected me. C'est la vie. Life is cruel treats you unfairly. Even so, a god there must be. Mini Me, you complete me."