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Cyborg: [after using his Sonic Blaster for the first time] All right, I'm only going to say this once. ... Booyay.
Billy the Kid: How come a man that don't think no more of a gun than you do can shoot like that?
Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett: To a man wearing a badge, a gun is just a tool, but he has to know how to use it.
Billy the Kid: I think it means more than that to me. I don't know why. Maybe, it's because I'm not a big man - a lot of men are bigger and tougher than I am. This gun seems to somehow sort of even up everything.
Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett: I wish you didn't believe that, Billy.
Arthur Reardon: A man begins to wonder, Ruth, when he's closer to the end than he is to the beginning, if he hasn't missed something on the way.
Host: You know when you were little? When you were ickle? When you started together, right? Was it a bedroom, garage? Where did it start? Where did you start actually strumming those tunes?
Bono: I'm still ickle.
Host: I know you're still ickle.
Bono: The stage is but a platform shoe, Chris.
Host: But where was the first platform shoe?
Bono: Larry's kitchen. Fifteen or sixteen years ickle.
Host: Ok, so from Larry's kitchen to here tonight, what happened in between?
Bono: Megalomania. No. Actually, no. Grace, good fortune, blessings. Lots of things. We're just very, very lucky that we were mates before we were in a band and that we were in a band before we could play. You know what I mean? That was that whole punk thing. We actually joined a band before we could play. What makes a great rock and roll band is something not about just music. It's all kinds of things. And the fact that we're all four equal people.
[Carter and Stan his driver walk into the office, dejected because they were tailing Mrs Labbett but have lost her]
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Oh, here they come - Handsome and Gristle!
Louie De Palma: [to white haired man at the auction] You better hope you don't spend your golden years at Sunset Acres.
Bono: Chris, a gift for you.
[holds up a goldfish swimming in a plastic bag]
Bono: A goldfish. It's Ickle Bono. If you're anything, you'll find a way of taking that home
Host: I know exactly how to do it. I'll get Will to swallow it.
[Daniels walks into the office carrying a package]
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: What you got under yer arm?
DS Tom Daniels: Hairs, Guvnor. What you got under yours?
[Peralta and Scorpio have just killed Colonel Navarro and his men]
Scorpio: Such a fine commanding officer - always with his men, even in death... and so devoted to his cause.
Colonel Peralta: I will expect the same sort of fanatical devotion to our only cause - the De Lopa fortune.
Scorpio: Guaranteed! The horses are ready, Captain.
Colonel Peralta: Colonel, Lieutenant Scorpio - Colonel Sebastian Navarro.
Leonardo: [Narrating] My name is Leonardo. And right now, my brothers and I are in a mess of trouble. Our backs are up against the wall in some trash thrown alley. Cornered by the toughest street gang on the east side.
Purple Dragon Gang Leader: Look at the freaks!
Purple Dragon #1: What's with the dweeby costumes?
Purple Dragon #2: This ain't Halloween!
Purple Dragon Gang Leader: You're going down, freaks! Nobody messes with the Purple Dragons! Especially wearing stupid turtle costumes!
Leonardo: [Narrating] He's wrong. We're not wearing costumes.
[Trogaar has just vowed to destroy the city after discovering that Robin and the others were helping Starfire]
Starfire: [to Robin] All the fault is yours! I commanded you leave me alone, but you insisted upon the 'being nice'!
Robin: MY fault? You blast me, you kiss me, BUT YOU NEVER STOP TO MENTION THAT THEY HAVE A GIGANTIC PARTICLE WEAPON?
Ovie: Oh, Jeb, there's no shame in gettin' old.
Jeb Gaine: I don't know what you're talkin' about.
Ovie: I guess not. I guess a woman feels it more than a man. A woman knows you don't grow old, you just get up one morning, look in the mirror and it's happened.
Jim Hardie: I didn't think I'd have to tell you that trackin' a man's a little like trackin' a bear - both get a little cagey when they know you're behind 'em. You gotta move slow, quiet, become part of the scenery.
Beau McCloud: I just hope you don't become part of the scenery by being planted under it.
Bono: It's the songs that people should be talking about. Because that's the stuff that goes all the way to the back. The screens - that's the wrapping paper for the songs. It's the songs that are the reason why people are here. See, the thing that groups won't admit is that when people are screaming and calling their names, they're not really screaming for them. They're screaming for themselves. Because the thing about music is... your lives get all mixed up in the music, you know? This is true for me. So when I hear somebody playing a tune, whatever it is, whether it's Pulp's Jarvis or something that connects with me, I'm not screaming for him, I'm screaming for what that song means to me.
Raven: [to Robin, about Starfire] So, you're gonna go after the alien?
Robin: I have to find out if she's a threat.
Cyborg: [to himself] More like find out if she'll give him another kiss.
Jim Hardie: He could have been a real good man to ride with, but there was a flaw in his make-up, a weakness that was his undoing. For a man, it's like a rope - it's only as strong as it's thinnest part.
Lon Ellwood: I still don't feel easy, him stayin' in town without a reason.
Clete Miller: He never does anything without a reason... and that's reason enough to have to kill him.
[Regan has just shot Parks dead in self-defence after Parks fired first]
Eve Fisher: [furiously] You bastards! You bloody bastards! You've murdered him, you pigs. He was gonna throw down his gun - I *know* he was. This is *your* fault - right from the off, you pushed him. You force people to do things - things they don't want to do - and you don't care, do you? You're fascists, all of you - fascist pigs. You're not like human beings. You don't care if people get mangled up. You're too ignorant - filth. Pig ignorant filth.
[she lunges at Regan and has to be dragged off him]
[talking about suspects' alibis]
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: D'you know where Toerag Smith said he was? "Seeking spiritual guidance"! He was with some hippy slag in Leicester.
Det. Sgt. George Carter: Lucky Toerag!
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: You'll end up in an oxygen tent!
April O'Neil: [Talking on a cell phone to Donatello] Hey guys I can't believe I'm talking to you!
Casey Jones: Me neither. When did you get three-way calling?
April O'Neil: [April slaps Casey] Hello? Alive?
[they survey the wreckage Starfire left]
Cyborg: Well, whoever she was, the girl sure knows how to make an impression.
Beast Boy: I think we left a pretty good impression. Crazy Space-Girl's gone, the city's saved, mission accomplished. Right, sir?
Robin: Seriously. Stop calling me that.
Beast Boy: Roger.
Jim Hardie: I would like to talk to you.
Charlie: Sure, sure, what's on our mind.
Jim Hardie: Your sudden talent for finding gold. What's it all about?
Charlie: Well, I just started pokin' around in a section of Denning's mine and there she was, big as lightning.
Jim Hardie: Just like that, huh?
Charlie: Yeah, I guess you could call it real luck.
Jim Hardie: Or a miracle. Denning poked around in that mine for months and couldn't find the lost vein. You, not even a miner, walked right in, walked right up to it.
Charlie: Aw now, Jim, I know it's kind of hard to believe...
Jim Hardie: You're right - it *is* hard to believe.
Sgt. T.J. Hooker: I was never what you'd call political, but when I was a rookie like you the vets used to call me the "flaming liberal." Now I'm not sure what I am.
Officer Vince Romano: Conservative?
Sgt. T.J. Hooker: Close enough. You know the definition of a conservative? A liberal who got mugged.
[Regan is ordering another round of drinks]
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Same again, Guv?
Det. Chief Insp. Frank Haskins: No, no. I must be off. I've got this cold to nurse.
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [to barmaid] Same again - but no sherry this time.
[Beast Boy saves Robin from Starfire]
Beast Boy: Ex-Doom Patrol member Beast Boy, sir! How can I help? You're Robin, aren't you, sir?
Robin: Well, you can start by not calling me "sir."
Beast Boy: Well, let me just say that it's a real honor to be ...
Robin: Beast Boy, was it?
Beast Boy: Yes, sir?
[Robin points at Starfire who is holding a bus above her head about to throw it at them]
Jane Porter: I wish I could see things as clearly as you do.
John Clayton/Tarzan: So do I.
Jim Hardie: What were they carrying?
Agent: A sack of mail and two passengers - important passengers.
Jim Hardie: Who?
Agent: Billy Thompson and his lady friend from Boston. They're fixin' to be married as soon as they get to his pa's ranch the other side of Hillview.
Jim Hardie: Is that Big Ben Thompson's boy?
Agent: That's who. Folks claim Big Ben owns most of this here state.
Jim Hardie: They also claim the government tried to buy it back but couldn't meet his price.
Bono: It's pop life. We started playing with it a little bit. We thought it was very funny. And then it caught on. And now it's playing with us, I think, a little bit.
[an armed robbery is taking place in the middle of a wood. Nearby, several Sweeney cars are racing to the scene, but they are lost. They stop to consult a map]
DS Tom Daniels: Wasn't it "turn left" two miles back, Guv?
Det. Chief Insp. Frank Haskins: Ask Marco Polo here.
[Vaughton looks at a map]
Vaughton: We turned here, right? Right!
DS Tom Daniels: No, we should have turned there. Twit!
Det. Chief Insp. Frank Haskins: How can we lose a van that...
[a loud bang is heard in the distance]
DS Tom Daniels: [ironically] We've found it.
[they race back to their cars and screech off into the distance]
Gurney Cassell: That bulldog has quite a bark.
Jim Hardie: Something of a bite, too.
Himself - Host: [discussing Bono's meeting with Pope John Paul II] Is it true that he gave you a gift back in return?
Bono: I have them here. I'll show you.
[Bono proudly holds up a rosary he is wearing. Audience oohs and ahhs]
Himself - Host: Wow.
Bono: My rosaries. See this? Michelangelo designed it.
Himself - Host: Beautiful! Now, is that the Pope's? Or is that something he gives to the people he likes? Does he have a lot of those? Like, no offense, but is it like a Blue Peter Badge?
[audience laughs. Bono, hurt, hangs his head in shame. The Edge comforts him]
The Edge: It's all right, Bono. It's ok. You hurt him!
Himself - Host: No! I didn't mean it offensibly! I really didn't! I mean, does he have a lot of them... I wish I never asked this question!
Bono: It's like the Blue Peter Badge, actually. Geldof asked for two.
Himself - Host: Did he? Well, he would. He probably sold one.
Det. Chief Insp. Frank Haskins: Who was your informant?
Det. Sgt. George Carter: Eddie Glass.
Det. Chief Insp. Frank Haskins: Did Millan... put Glass in the frame, if you'll forgive the pun.
Raven: I don't exactly fit in.
Cyborg: He's green, half of me is metal, and she's from space. You fit in just fine.
Marshal Blake: Well, we got ourselves a real humdinger, friend. These two in here are crazy with fear and that killer outside is crazy with hate. That temperature is down around zero, probably goin' lower - that can be a killer, too.
Jim Hardie: Like I told Thordis, it wasn't the carrying the star that got a man - it was the walking alone.
Sgt. T.J. Hooker: [Pressing down on the bar as Manny tries to benchpress up, pinning him] Getting heavy, Manny?
Manny: I can't hold this much forever!
Sgt. T.J. Hooker: There's a flood of cocaine pouring into my beat, destroying the people I'm supposed to protect. Hopheads with their brains fried by Peruvian snow. They're mugging and robbing decent citizens so maggots like you can stay in business.
Manny: [Straining under the weight] I mean it, man, I'm losin' it!
Officer Vince Romano: Willy Stack was making the buy for you, wasn't he?
Manny: I don't deal no more!
Sgt. T.J. Hooker: I think you do. Willy Stack doesn't have the contacts in this town to sell dope in the streets. But you, scum, you have a legion of lost souls waiting to sop up the poison you peddle.
Ernie Millan: I'm a respectable motor trader now. They've asked me to join the round table.
Det. Sgt. George Carter: You'd look stupid in armour.
Nano: [Dying] Da... ddy...
Harry 'The Schlub' Parker: [Picking up Nano's Happy Mask, crying] I can't believe you're gone. My one real lucky break, and I broke ya. I... I... I'm sorry...
Control Freak: [on screen] You guys were so cool.
[teleports in front of the Titans East]
Control Freak: I mean, I didn't think you could pull it off, but you did!
Speedy: I can't believe the bad guy just zapped himself right in front us.
Host: Finish this sentence! Adam, U2's new album sounds like...
Adam Clayton: Garbage?
[everyone laughs, including the crew. Bono is upset]
Host: You shouldn't have said that, man.
Bono: It's his album! That's the sad... Can I just say something? You... that's... sad! That's sad! Cause you're on it on this one! You go and trash the one record where you're really happening! OK...
[Carter and Shirley have just made love]
Shirley Glass: Why are we grinning like a small boy?
Det. Sgt. George Carter: Is there a law against grinning?
Shirley Glass: You should know - you're the policeman.
Det. Sgt. George Carter: Well there isn't. Grinning is strictly legal.
Shirley Glass: Proved ourself, have we?
Det. Sgt. George Carter: I don't know what you mean!
Shirley Glass: I'm surprised you haven't asked me for marks out of ten.
Det. Sgt. George Carter: You mean content, presentation and star quality?
Shirley Glass: Don't get smug.
Colonel Bledsoe: By the way, gentlemen, I'm taking a little ride, unless you have orders from the governor to place me under house arrest.
Prentiss: My ordes are to see you are at the civilian inquiry of this incident, along with those three men.
Colonel Bledsoe: Well, you'll have to find them first.
[Bledsoe stalks out from the room]
Prentiss: I have a feeling we'll have to find them before he does.
Jim Hardie: I have a feeling you're right... and when we do find them, it's going to take a lot more than conversation to bring them back.
[the Nanobot is crushed into a square cube]
Raphael: Yowch, looks like that did it.
Michelangelo: Yeah, he's flat broke.
[the Nanobot begins rebuilding itself]
Michelangelo: You know, I'm gonna stop with the puns. Seriously, they always come back to bite you!
Control Freak: [after all his gadgets fail to stop the Titans East] Those would have worked on the real Titans. Your powers are just... stupid. I don't want to play any more!
Speedy: Did the bad guy just zap himself out of the fight?
Button Smith: Jim, those jaspers had us covered. How come you took a chance and went for your gun?
Jim Hardie: I had to. When they don't wear masks, they aren't going to leave any witnesses around who can talk later.
Denning: All right, how much?
Arthur Reardon: Ten thousand dollars.
Denning: You know, if this is on the level, that's dirt cheap, but if this isn't on the level... Let me tell you something, Reardon. I may look soft with a little too much money, but I've been a hard rock miner all my life. I'd be a hard man to fool.
[Carter has just discovered that Regan has spent the night with Jenny, who was originally Carter's date]
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [sheepishly] Well say something, George.
Det. Sgt. George Carter: [indignantly] Like what? "Rank has its privileges", Sir?
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [apologetically] Look, turn it in, George. I swear to ya, mate, *she* pulled *me*.
Det. Sgt. George Carter: [sarcastically] Yeah of course she did.
[Hotshot returns to the cockpit dragging a stowaway]
Terry Lee: Everything shipshape?
Hotshot Charlie: Yeah, except we're carrying an extra sailor.
April O'Neil: [to Casey] You aren't going anywhere, mister. You wait right here till I get some more bandages.
Raphael: You wouldn't be milking this boo-boo thing, wouldja Case?
Casey Jones: Hey, show a little concern, shell-for-brains.
Raphael: [winks and nudges Casey] You owe us one, pal.
Casey Jones: Definitely.
[winces in pain]
Casey Jones: Ow!
Aqualad: And while he's helping you, I'll track down Trident.
Beast Boy: You mean *I'll* track down Trident.
Aqualad: That's okay I can handle it.
Beast Boy: Thanks, but I think I...
Aqualad: Seriously, I'll take care of it.
Beast Boy: Would you just get out of my...
Aqualad, Beast Boy: [shouting] Let me go!
[start fighting over each other]
Robin: Guys, why don't you both track him down, together?
Aqualad: I usually work alone.
Beast Boy: Yeah, me too.
Aqualad: You do not! You're part of a team!
Beast Boy: And you hang out with Tram the fish boy, what's your point?
[Hardie is posing as an outlaw]
Jim Hardie: A lot of people are tryin' to put a rope around my neck. I figured it'd interfere with my breathin', so i lit out.
[Regan has picked up Jenny in a pub. They are now in bed]
Jenny: Have you got a uniform? You know - policeman's set.
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: I'm a detective, love - plain clothes. Is it important?
Jenny: No, not really.
Jenny: [seductively] I've got a helmet.
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Lucky you.
Jenny: Tomorrow, d'you think we could... you know... while you're wearing it?
April O'Neil: Why of all the myopic, misogynistic...
Casey Jones: How are supposed to talk when you don't even speak English?
Louie De Palma: You know I have you haul those used part to the junkyard and sell them for Mr. Ratledge
Jeff Bennett: Yeah.
Louie De Palma: Well, you didn't quite do it for Ratledge as much as you did it for me.
[Carter is going undercover as a prisoner in Wormwood Scrubs and is working out his cover story]
Det. Sgt. George Carter: All right, then, what have I been nicked for?
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [laughing] You're the Fulham Flasher, aren't you?
Raphael: Leo, tell me you have a Plan C. I'm reeeally hoping you've got a Plan C... Uh fellas, Plan C? NOW?
Jim Hardie: [narrating] My name is Jim Hardie - special agent and sort of a traveling detective for Wells Fargo.
[Beau interrupts Jim and Mary Gee who were having a heart-to-heart talk]
Beau McCloud: Secrets?
Jim Hardie: Oh, it's just women talk. I rather doubt you'd understand it - I don't.
[Regan is in hospital after being temporarily blinded by the laser sight on a machine gun. George, Haskins and Jane have gone to see him]
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Got a fag, George?
Jane: Smoking in bed is dangerous.
Det. Sgt. George Carter: *Everything* he does in bed is dangerous!
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [looking at Jane] Not half as dangerous as what she does!
[Leo, Mikey, and Don arrive in the Battle Shell to back up Casey and Raph]
Casey Jones: Friends of yours?
Raphael: Brothers, actually.
Casey Jones: I can see the family resemblance.
Michelangelo: I'm the pretty one!
Gizmo: [to the Titans, who have asked him to fix Cyborg's computer virus] NO... STINKIN'... WAY. I'm not fixing that overgrown bucket of robo-scrunge, and there's nothing you grunt-slippers could ever do or say to make me - ...
[Raven pops up in front of him and takes off her hood to reveal a bunch of waving tentacles; Gizmo screams]
Gizmo: [with chattering teeth] I'll help.
Jim Hardie: [narrating] The firm of Wells Fargo played an important part in the settling and development of our American West. As the frontier moved towards the Pacific Ocean, Wells Fargo moved with it, making the hundreds of towns that sprang up in that great wilderness with roads over which their stagecoaches and freight wagons traveled. Wells Fargo's business was transportation and security. Its motto was to safeguard and deliver the goods whether it was human or freight cargo or a consignment of that precious yellow metal that men call gold. The West was a lawless place in those days and a man who worked for Wells Fargo had to be long on courage to hold down his job.
Jeb Gaine: The last thing in the world my brother would do is desert the army.
Jim Hardie: Maybe he figures the army deserted him.
Chopstick Joe: Look, Terry, I promised this load of raw silk would be in Singapore by tomorrow morning. With Chopsticks Joe, a promise is a promise.
[Hotshot coughs violently]
Hotshot Charlie: Please, Chops, not while I'm eating.
[the Turtles attempt sneaking out of the lair to stop Casey, but are caught by Master Splinter]
Splinter: How many times have I told you not to sneak up to the surface?
Michelangelo: This month?
Donatello: 512, actually.
Splinter: It is dangerous for you to go about openly in the world above. You cannot simply walk amongst the humans. They will not accept who and what you are. It is as the great sage and warrior Kenji Hashimura once said, "Why walk when you can ride?"
Raphael: Come again?
Cyborg: [hallucinating due to a computer virus and yelling at an ATM machine] You can keep your sprinkles! I NEED RASPBERRY FILLING!
[punches the machine, which spits out a bunch of dollar bills into Cyborg's mouth]
Cyborg: [spits out the money] NO! NOT MACARONI!
Sergeant Gaine: These stripes went into battle with some of the best and some of the worst, but you are not fit to pick them up!
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Stop pretending you're on the bloody game. You'd *like* to be, but you don't have the application. Why don't you just rest on your reputation as a good lay, and leave it at that.
Chopstick Joe: What gives with you guys? Plane's been ready to take off for 15 minutes. I loaded cargo myself. It's just routine flight to Singapore. I loaded cargo myself. Come on, Terry, get going. Hit the sky!
Terry Lee: A five-letter word meaning necessity of life...
Chopstick Joe: Look, Terry, this is no time to be working on crossword puzzles. There's money involved.
Terry Lee: Money! That's it, Chops! Five letters, necessity of life - it fits. I would have thought of it myself, but I haven't seen any for so long.
Michelangelo: See Don, we can have our very own Battle Shell. I've even got a name for it. I call it: "The Battle Shell"! I've got it all figured out. Turbo-boosters, double-action traction, cool secret thingies shooting out the back. We should be tricking out the armored car!
Donatello: By "we", you mean me. And I don't have the time. There's too much to do around here. Besides, where would we keep the thing?
Michelangelo: We could find a place. Just think of overhauling the wheels. Please? Please please please please? Did I mention you're my favorite turtle?
Cyborg: [Gizmo has stolen the T-Car and is arming its weapons] Boo-yah! Check out my baby's proton canon...uh, I mean, Oh no!
[panicking as he runs downstairs to the bar]
The Old Man: [yells] Old Bill! All over the place! It's the police!
Splinter: Ah, my son. So angry. Rage is a monster that will destroy you from within. Raphael, a true warrior finds balance in all things.
Raphael: Master Splinter. I... I... I... gotta... gotta get some air.
[Beau has just been kissed passionately by a beautiful blonde]
Beau McCloud: Most amazing thing I ever saw, how you get into a town, take a bath, sprinkle a little violet water and the women just flock to you.
Beau McCloud: That happens to be my wife.
Jim Hardie: Wife? Didn't know you were married.
Beau McCloud: Well, yeah, um... I just found out myself.
Jim Hardie: What can I do for you?
Webb McCloy: We all heard what you said about Nick Breese. I'm going to ask you to make it plainer. He *is* a friend of mine.
Jim Hardie: That's your problem.
Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Get dressed.
Iris Long: All right. What do you think I should wear? Something inexpensive cos of the bullet holes? Or something dark so it doesn't show the blood?
Casey Jones: Somebodies gotta stop those Purple Dragons. Somebodies gotta make them pay! And they will pay. They'll all pay! 'Cuz Casey Jones is on the job!
Billy Brigode: We sort of took the liberty of naming the baby after you.
Beau McCloud: Beau?
Lydia: Ah, I'm afraid Belle was as close as we could get.
Terry Lee: Good timing, Major.
Major Ellis: Oh, it was quite simple. All I had to do was follow the baskets you chaps so thoughtfully pushed off the truck.
Terry Lee: It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Major Ellis: Excellent. The constabulary is still picking up snakes all over Singapore - the two-legged variety.
Raphael: [Opening lines] I guess you could call it fate, but I have finally met somebody as angry as I am and he was really making me mad. My name is Raphael, and the bozo in the hockey mask is about to find out just how angry I can be.