*always* Quotes

Loki: Kneel before me. I said, KNEEL!
[Loki stamps his scepter on the ground, causing a shockwave that intimidates the crowd into silence as they all kneel before him]
Loki: Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a

mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.
German Old Man: [slowly rises to his feet] Not to men like you.
Loki: [smiling] There are no men like me.
German Old Man: There are *always* men like you.
Loki: Look to your elder, people. Let him be an

example.
[Loki aims a blast of power from his scepter at the old man when Captain America leaps in front of the intended target, deflecting the blast with his shield back at Loki, knocking him down]
Steve Rogers: You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing.
Loki: The soldier. A

man out of time.
Steve Rogers: I'm not the one who's out of time.

Jane Smith: I told you to wait for my signal, you didn't wait for my signal.
John Smith: Well, I improvised.
Jane Smith: You deviated from the plan.
John Smith: The plan was flawed.
Jane Smith: The plan was not flawed.
John Smith: Anal.
Jane

Smith: *Organized.*
John Smith: Jane, 90% of this job is instinct.
Jane Smith: Well, your instinct set off *every* alarm in the building!
John Smith: My instinct got the job done. It may not have been the Jane show...
Jane Smith: No, it was the John show: it was half-assed. Like Christmas, like

our anniversary, like the time you forgot to bring my mother's birthday present.
John Smith: Your *fake* mother's birthday present.
Jane Smith: The point is, you are *always* the first to break team.
John Smith: You don't want a team, you want a servant for hire.
Jane Smith: I want someone I can count

on.
John Smith: [sigh] Jane, there's no *air* around you anymore.
Jane Smith: [irritated] Oh. OK, what is that supposed to mean?
John Smith: That means there's no room for mistakes, no mistakes whatsoever. No spontaneity. Who can answer to that?
Jane Smith: Well, you don't have to. Because this isn't

even a real marriage.
[brooding silence]
Benjamin: [locked up in the back of the van, in a bewildered voice] *Who are you people?*
Jane Smith: [yelling] Shut up!

[Evie is trying to bribe Rick into checking out the Oasis of Ahm Shere]
Evelyn: I think the bracelet is some sort of guide to the lost oasis of Ahm Shere.
Rick: Evy, I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no. We just got home.
Evelyn: That's the beauty of it. We're already packed.
Rick: Why

don't you just give me one good reason?
Evelyn: It's just an oasis... darling. A beautiful... exciting... romantic... oasis.
Rick: Hmm. The kind with the white, sandy beach and the palm trees and the cool, clear, blue water and... We could have some of those big drinks with the little umbrellas.
Evelyn: Sounds good.

Rick: Sounds too good. What's the catch?
Evelyn: Supposedly it's the resting place of Anubis's army.
Rick: Ah, ya see? I knew there's a catch. There's *always* a catch.

Ted: [shouting on the phone] You want to quit? Then quit! But you, sir, are a worthless peon and you will *always* be a worthless peon!
[hangs up]
Ted: Sir, you know my band, The Worthless Peons? Well, Chris from Shipping & Receiving wants to go solo! If we lose him, we'll lose our sex appeal. He's the only one with hair! What do you think I should

do?
Dr. Kelso: Ted, you know my rule about personal problems - I'm not interested unless it involves my loved ones. Or possibly my wife.
[hands Ted a file]
Dr. Kelso: Do lawyer stuff to that.

Randal Graves: [after Dante finds out the boss is in Vermont] Jesus, that seems to be the late motif in your life - ever backing down.
Dante Hicks: I don't back down.
Randal Graves: You *always* back down! You come in on your day off, you assume responsibility that isn't yours - you buckle like a belt.
Dante

Hicks: You know what the worst part is?
Randal Graves: The fact that I'm right about your buckling?
Dante Hicks: That I'm gonna miss the fucking *game*!
Randal Graves: Because you buckled.
Dante Hicks: Will you shut up with that shit, man. It ain't helping.
Randal

Graves: Aw, don't yell at me, pal.
Dante Hicks: [apologetic] Sorry.
Randal Graves: See? There you go again.

Ruby Deagle: [DELETED SCENE: Mrs. Deagle enters the bank and shoves her way through a long line to Kate's teller-cage] I want this check deposited immediately. Also, I know everything about that little petition you've been sending around town.
Kate Beringer: Mrs. Deagle, are you sure this is the time or the place for...?
Ruby Deagle:

Of course it is. I *always* mix business with pleasure. And it gives me *great* pleasure to inform you that said petition has failed. Moreover, as a direct result of your efforts, I'm foreclosing *your* home as well. I'm sure that really shocks you doesn't it? Good.
Kate Beringer: On the contrary, Mrs. Deagle, it doesn't surprise me at all. Actually, it's just the sort of

Christmas present I can see you giving.
Ruby Deagle: I'll thank you not to be impertinent, young lady.
Kate Beringer: And *I'll* thank YOU, in the name of the Holiday Season, to show an ounce of decency to these families you're ruining. Most of them can't afford to move, and even the ones who can really don't have anywhere to go. Isn't there anything

at all I can say or do to change your mind about destroying all those good people?
Ruby Deagle: [smiling wickedly] You've got three chances of making me reconsider this Hitox deal: none, less than none, and much less than none. Now, if you'll kindly deposit this check, I'll be on my way.
Billy Peltzer: [Sickened by all of this, Billy produces a broom

from underneath his own teller-cage. He passes it to the miserly lady] Merry Christmas, Mrs. Deagle.
Ruby Deagle: What's this?
Billy Peltzer: It's your Holiday present from me.
Ruby Deagle: This crummy old broom? What am I supposed to do with it?
Billy Peltzer: I thought you might need a ride home.

[Mrs. Deagle gasps in outrage, as the other customers behind her chuckle. She whirls and glares at them, then whirls back and glares at Billy again]
Billy Peltzer: We could have asked that you move to the back of the line and wait your turn like everyone else, but we didn't want to be rude...
[He glances at the other, relatively-patient clientele; his tone becomes

surreptitious]
Billy Peltzer: ... or worse.
Gerald: [rushing up with Mr. Corben close behind] What's going on here?
[doesn't wait for an answer]
Gerald: Shut up, Peltzer; I'm asking her, not you. Is there a problem, Mrs. Deagle?
Ruby Deagle: This young man just asked that I *move to the back of

the line and wait my turn like everybody else*! Of all the...!
Gerald: [Mr. Corben and Gerald both turn pale] Peltzer, how dare you! You're...!
Mr. Corben: *Gerald*! This is official.
Gerald: But *I* wanted to...!
Mr. Corben: [sternly cutting him off] Gerald. I'm not going to tell you again.

[turns back to Billy]
Mr. Corben: Peltzer, how dare you! You're fired!
Billy Peltzer: [removing his name tag] Thanks, Roland.
Mr. Corben: [furious] *Roland*?
Billy Peltzer: That's the best present you and Ger have ever given me.
[drops the name tag on the floor, then spins on his heel and walks

out cheerfully]
Mr. Corben: ...Well, what are you standing around for? Pick that up!
Gerald: [to Kate] You heard him. Pick it up. Now.
[Instead, she removes her own name tag and drops it on the floor as well]
Kate Beringer: Pick them up yourself, Ger. I quit.
[walks out after Billy]
Mr.

Corben: ...You heard her, Hopkins. Pick those off the floor. Immediately.
Gerald: *Me*? Since when do *I* get other people's dirty work?
Mr. Corben: [cold and deadly] When nobody else is there to do the dirty work, as you call it, the JVP becomes JAL - that is, Just Another Lackey. Now start earning that salary I'm paying you, before I

*really* blow my top and demonstrate just how rotten I *can* be. If you thought I was a schmuck with those other two...!
[Very unwillingly, Gerald picks both name tags off the floor. Then he goes to assist the long line of customers - all by himself - while Corben strolls whistling back to his office]

RJ: [Lays down some Monopoly play pieces to signify what they will do] Okay, this is us.
Hammy the Squirrel: Can I be the car?
Bucky: I wanna be the car!
Spike: I'm the car. You be the shoe.
Bucky: The shoe is lame.
Lou: Why don't you be that snazzy-looking iron

there?
RJ: Hey! It's not important. Besides, I'm the car. I'm *always* the car.

RJ: [showing the other animals around the houses] They *always* got food with them. We eat to live - these guys live to eat! Let me show you what I'm talking about!
RJ: [as he speaks he shows the other animals what humans do] The human mouth is called a 'piehole', the human being is called a 'couch potato'.
RJ: [signifies telephone]

*That* is a device to summon food.
RJ: [signifies doorbell] That is one of the many voices of food.
RJ: [signifies front door] *That* is the portal for the passing of food.
RJ: [signifies delivery truck] *That* is one of the many food transportation vehicles. Humans bring the food, take the food, ship the food, they drive

food, they wear the food!
RJ: [signifies grill] *That* gets the food hot!
RJ: [signifies cooler] *That* keeps the food cold!
RJ: [signifies turtle pinata] *That*... I'm not sure what that is.
RJ: [kids break the turtle piñata and Verne yells] Well, what do you know? FOOD!
RJ:

[signifies table where family prays before dinner] *That* is the altar where they WORSHIP food!
RJ: [signifies advert for Seltzer] That's what they eat when they've eaten TOO MUCH food!
RJ: [signifies treadmill] *That* gets rid of the guilt so they can eat MORE FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOOOOD! So, you think they have enough?

RJ: [everybody nods] Well, they don't. For humans, enough is *never* enough! And what do they do with the stuff they don't eat? They put it in gleaming silver cans, just for us!
RJ: [opens the thrash cans and knocks them over] Dig in!

Bert: All right, I'll do it myself!
Mary Poppins: Do what?
Bert: Bit o' magic!
Michael: A bit of magic?
Bert: It's easy! Let's see... You think.
[he, Jane, and Michael do so]
Bert: You wink.
[they do so]
Bert: You do a double

blink.
[they do so]
Bert: You close your eyes... and jump!
[They jump onto the drawing, nothing happens]
Jane: Is something s'posed to happen?
Mary Poppins: Bert, what utter nonsense!
[gives an exasperated sigh]
Mary Poppins: Why do you *always* complicate things that are really

quite simple? Give me your hand please, Michael. Don't slouch. One... two...
[They jump into the chalk picture]