Gary:
What kind of bullshit move was that?
Brooke:
I'm sorry, what? What happened?
Gary:
Oh don't be coy with me. You sent that animal over here to attack me when I was hung over and weak.
Brooke:
Oh no. Look, all I know is The Tone Rangers they needed some place to rehearse so I very clearly told Richard stay in my room, which you explained to me was my space to do with what I want.
Gary:
Is that how you want to play it? Cause I'll play it like that. I'll play it like Lionel Richie, all night long, lady. Oh yeah. I'll call some guys from my neck of the woods. And we're not talking about, Brooke, about a couple of queens who know a few grapples. We're talking about Polacks that don't have a goddamn future. That's right. We can make shit real uncomfortable around here, and that's what we're going to do.
Brooke:
Please, come on. You know what, you're just embarrassed because Richard kicked your ass.
Gary:
Richard did not kick my ass. What Richard did was attack me when I was half asleep.
Brooke:
Really, is that how you see it?
Gary:
There's a real big gap between getting your ass kicked and having a dancing, singing sprite fool you with trickery and then strike your throat before you even know you're in a fight. But I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand that, because all you do is make moves from up in your ivory tower.
Rex:
Mr. Lightyear, now I'm curious... what does a space ranger actually do?
Woody:
He's not a space ran-*ger*! He doesn't fight evil or, or... shoot lasers or fly.
Buzz:
Excuse me.
Buzz:
[Buzz deploys his wings; all exclaim in excitement]
Hamm:
Wow. Impressive wingspan. Very good.
Woody:
Oh, what? What? These are plastic. He can't fly.
Buzz:
They are a terillium-carbonic alloy, and I *can* fly.
Woody:
No, you can't.
Buzz:
[scoffs] Yes, I can.
Woody:
Can't.
Buzz:
Can.
Woody:
Can't, can't, ca-an't!
Buzz:
I tell you, I could fly around this room with my eyes closed!
Woody:
Okay, Mr. Lightbeer, prove it.
Buzz:
All right then, I will.
[Space Ghost has received a phone call from his wife, Björk]
Space Ghost:
Uh, hey, honey, how are you?
Björk:
Do you like sulfur?
Space Ghost:
Sulfur? Sulfur's my favorite food, honey, you know that. Is that why you called me?
Björk:
Yeah.
Space Ghost:
Oh, great.
Björk:
Can I sing in Icelandic?
Space Ghost:
Uh, not now, honey, please, I'm right in the middle of, a, um... giant space war.
Björk:
I... I enjoy talking to you.
Space Ghost:
Uh, yes you do, but like I said, this, uh, space war, what can I do? [pause]
Space Ghost:
...aliens.
Björk:
Yeah?
Space Ghost:
Yeah, so, you have to go now.
Björk:
Okay.
Space Ghost:
Okay, so... I'll talk to you when there's... peace. In space.
