"Batarangs...juicy, hip-soaked pieces of foam...they don't do any damage...it's not my fault."
"I love you. You're very special to me."
"I love you, too."
"No, no, I have to say this, it's important. I love you very much and I'm gonna be with you forever, I promise. I don't care what the Appleton Police Department says, that salad shooter was worth more than sixty bucks."
This bit sounded like he was rapping, but I couldn't make out most of what he said. Sounds like he was talking about the economy? Wouldn't surprise me if that was the case.
"Price depreciation...(mutter mutter) anticipation...(mutter mutter) in-fl-ation...(mutter mutter) imagination..."
"Waitaminute, you're not...you're not a centaur at all! Bullshit."
"Akhim ate a tube of lipstick but he refused to go to the bathroom and lie down."
"It can't be...Bruce Campbell is...traveling to other worlds, and stuff."
"One trick, sweet, is to do three or four sides and then rotate them...See? Very useful. And nice looking."
"If he wants to remain true to his thing...I have bad news, it seems your fucking guys forgot the flint and steel, so they'll have to hang out there and hope for the best."