October 19, 2009 | 0 Comments
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…
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…
The Monarch: They seem to have already discovered the fleshy jig of the mommy and daddy dance
Brock: I can cross “stab Hitler to death” off my list of cool crap I thought I’d never get to do. Hank: Brock? Brock: Hey, Hank. Killed…
Dean: Will you two stop it! Sgt. Hatred: When the going gets tough, that boy always gets going
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….
Dr. Venture: Ah! You’re getting face all over me! Hot melting face!
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…
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….