Venture Brothers
Sundays 11:30 PM on Cartoon NetworkFavorite Dr. Orpheus Quotes
Dr. Venture [about Orpheus' cat]: Oh, she's an affectionate little one.
Dr. Orpheus: Oh my apologies, she's in heat.
Dr. Venture: I heard if you take a q-tip and moisten it with warm water...
Dr. Orpheus: Ohhhh! I tried that once, it was horrible. I couldn't look at her for a week. She was just a walking reminder of our common shame.
Dr. Venture: Oh dear God, that's not your wife in some like, magical animal form
Dr. Orpheus: She must be in her fourties...
The Master: Really Orpheus? Tell it to the heiny, because she thinks it's still 1992.
Dr. Orpheus: What the hell is this thing made of?
Dr. Venture: Nothing.
Dr. Orpheus: Come on...
Dr. Venture: All right, fine, I might have used a few unorthodox parts.
Dr. Orpheus: Just tell me one...
Dr. Venture: An...orphan.
Dr. Orpheus: A what?
Dr. Venture: An orphan?
Dr. Orpheus: Did you say, "an orphan?!"
Dr. Venture: Yeah, a little...orphan boy.
Dr. Orpheus: It's powered by a forsaken child?!?
Dr. Venture: Might be, kind of. I didn't use the whole thing!
Greetings, Pumpkin, I am at Mr. Venture's lab to right that which is wrong and to repair the torn curtain of time itself! There are four puddings in the fridge. You may enjoy the contents of one of them. Dinner at six
Dr. Orpheus [leaving a message]
Dr. Venture: Hmm, how you fit a stairway behind this bookcase, I'll never figure out. Heey, if I pull this candle down, will it...?
Dr. Orpheus: ...get wax on my carpet? Yes
Do not be too hasty entering [the bathroom]! I had Taco Bell for lunch!
Dr. Orpheus: My friend! Bedlam has broken out athwart the Kingdom of Venture! Join me in battle!
Dr. Venture: Oh crap. Brock is never going to let me hear the end of this
Dr. Orpheus: And now the Marco, with arms outstretched, and his eyes blinded to all his Polos, begins to cry his own name...
Dr. Venture: Oh my god, fine, just try it, for crying out loud.
Dr. Orpheus: Very well.... Marco!! Marco!!
Dr. Orpheus: You're one lucky duck. Oh, it must be dreamy to have a costumed nemesis--chasing you, wringing his gloved hands in concern of your every move.
Dr. Venture: You're kidding, right?
Dr. Orpheus: It just seems so romantic
Hank? Are you sure it isn't a guy in a rubber mask messing with you?
Dr. Orpheus: Do you have a pen, Hank?
Hank: To use as a magic wand?
Dr. Orpheus: To use..as a pen, Hank
Dr. Venture: My son has it in his head that you were in our house last night and you...killed our robot. Heh heh.
Dr. Orpheus: The seed of your loins is quite astute. I saved your mechanical man from certain damnation. For his frail, electronic eyes had gazed upon the impenetrable! He was an unwilling beholder to the impossible!
Dr. Venture: ... See, I told you there was a rational explanation
