October 21, 2009 | 0 Comments
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…
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…
Triana: So how come I don’t see you at school? Dean: I’m kinda home-tutored in a box my pop made. It sometimes gets very hot in the…
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….
Dr. Orpheus: What the hell is this thing made of? Dr. Venture: Nothing. Dr. Orpheus: Come on… Dr. Venture: All right, fine, I might…
Molotov Cocktail: Promise me one thing. Brock: What’s that? Molotov Cocktail: Don’t be gentle
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….
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:…
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…
Dr. Venture: Dean, I’m going to turn around now and you better be on fire. You’re standing there in flames, and the only person who can…
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…