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

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

Soldier #2: Who was that?
Soldier #1: Brock f***in' Samson!
Soldier #2: No way! Dibs on his cigarette butt!

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!

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

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!

Summers: Sasquatch doesn't have anything you haven't seen before.
Brock: Sasquatch is something I haven't seen before!

Oh yeah, I lost my locator, and yes I realize the irony of that

Dr. Venture

O.S.I. Instructor: Well, let's see here, Mr. Samson. On the driving portion, you totalled every car but the one you were driving; on the pistol range, you refused to use a gun. And, uh, oh. Hah! Yeah, here's my favorite: on the written, you drew a little guy with wings from the Led Zeppelin records.
Brock: Icarus. So uh... what are you trying to tell me here, little man? That you don't like Zep?

Hank, seriously - when I get my license back I'm allowed to kill you

Brock

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

Prostitute: Whew, that was some workout, big man.. but I guess you're gonna have to go look for those boys now, huh?
Brock: They'll turn up. Besides, I still got $300 left.
Prostitute: Oooh, three bills can buy you an awful lot of things..
Brock: I know. I'm gonna want change

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