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!

You sure did a job on this place. I think my dad used to make giant horseshoe crabs here or something, I hardly recognize it

Dr. Venture

Dean: Will you two stop it!
Sgt. Hatred: When the going gets tough, that boy always gets going

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]

Tom, it's your wife, sweetie. You're dead now... it's time to go

Mrs. Tom

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

Hank: I have it figured out that if I can just skim Pop's belt buckle, the bullet will ricochet off it and kill the guy with the gun.
Sgt. Hatred: Hank, I will give you so much money to not shoot your dad

Now that we've exchanged pleasantries and hot panda milk, Dr. Venture, let's talk business

Mr. Brisby

Dr. Venture: Well, that ought to take care of that . . .
Hank: Look! Brock still ain't done with him. [Brock pisses on the mummy] That's showing him who's boss, Brocko!
Dr. Venture: Was that really necessary?
Brock: You have to defile a mummy completely or they come back to life. You know that

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

Brock: Nice rescue, boys. You saved me from the only woman I've ever loved with a hat that smells like a men's room and we're still here.
Dean: We totally blew it.
Brock: No, that's not what I mean. I'm impressed with your spirit, I just wish you'd thought it out a little better.
Hank: Okay, Brock, I admit there may be some small holes in our plan

Dr. Venture: Dean what the hell are you doing in there? I need to take a shower!
Dean: I'm practicing being a boyfriend, Pop!
Dr. Venture: Never mind, Dean!

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