Hank: Hey Brock, how would you [kill me]?
Brock: You're asleep. Quick jerk of the neck. Never feel a thing.
Hank: You've thought about this.
Brock: Yes I have

Hank: Dude, what is with you!? Why are you so calm about this?!?
Dean: Because, Hank, we're not just any poor suckers, we're the Venture Brothers. Our dad's a super genius, with, like, chemistry stuff. He can fix this no prob.
Brock: Dean, we don't even know where your dad is. He's sequestered in some secret think tank, and this is, well, this is kinda outta his league, honestly...
Dean: We're all gonna die!

Dr. Venture: Wait a minute, are you a hallucination?
Brock: Afraid not, Doc.
Dr. Venture: What, did you miss me? What the hell are you doing here?
Brock: Hank's a bomb...long story

Richard: Halt! This area is restricted on the authority of the United States government!
Brock: I work for the government.
Richard: Uh...still, you're not coming in here

Brock: Focus, Hank! Whatever you do, don't light a cigarette. A good sniper can see a hot cherry for miles.
Hank: Brock, I don't smoke!
Brock: Good. Now's a lousy time to start

Hey, Captain, I've got your key. Hope you're hungry, because I'm going to feed it to you

Dean: Dad is super serious all of a sudden. Do you really think he's in as much danger as he says he is?
Brock: Oh yeah, he's screwed. I give him about an hour before he panics and begs for us to haul him up.
Dr. Venture: Okay guys, I can hear all this!

Brock: After the twist, you'll hear a snap. Then the body goes ragdoll on ya.
Hank: And that will knock him out...even more?
Brock: That'll kill him
Hank: Do I have to?
Brock: Alright fine, crybaby. Just tie him up and, maybe I guess gag him. But at the first sign of trouble I want you to at least break both his knees

Brock: Hank, if there was ever a time in your life I needed you not to be Hank, it's now.
Hank: Uh, sorry, Brock

Pirate Leader: Your insolence will not be tolerated... uh, again. Hey is that guy dead?
Brock: Yeah, probably
Pirate Leader: Oh, c'mon was that necessary? Really!

Mass. Pirate: We need that key to stash your boat, Mr. Big Stuff - let's have it.
Brock: It's up my ass.
Pirate #1: Are you serious?
Brock: Why don't you check?
Pirate #1: Well? Check!
Mass. Pirate: But what if he's lying?
Pirate #1: If he were telling the truth, that would be better?!

Brock: I want you to put your hand around your throat, Hank.
Hank: Uhh...all right.
Brock: That tube you feel is your trachea, think of it as a handle. Your thumb is on your carotid artery, that's your button. Now remember - grab the handle, push the button. Repeat that back.
Hank: Grab the handle, push the [choaks]
Brock: Let go of your own throat, Hank

Venture Bros. Quotes

Hank: You are not the boss of me
Sgt Hatred: Au contraire, I am tony danza to your spunky Alyssa Milano. I am full on Charles In Charge of you

Hank: Is it just me or does every Nazi want to clone Hitler? It's like the only they think about
Srgt. Hatred: It seems that way, right. I guess when everyone hates you, you just fixate on making rotten Hitlers