Inspiring Philosophical Quotations
Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 2:53 am
Rather than give credit to my betters for inspiring me..... let's just say..... the devil made me do it!
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0132347/quotes
The Sphinx: When you care what is outside, what is inside cares for you.
The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions.
[Mr. Furious tries to balance a hammer on his head]
Mr. Furious: Why am I doing this, again?
The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you will head off your foes with a balanced attack.
Mr. Furious: And why am I wearing the watermelon on my feet?
The Sphinx: [looks at the watermelon on Mr. Furious' feet] I don't remember telling you to do that.
The Blue Raja: May the forks be with us.
The Sphinx: We are number one. All others are number two, or lower.
Mr. Furious: Someone must have ripped the "Q" section out of my dictionary, 'cause I don't know the meaning of the word "quit".
Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up. If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's...
The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage...
Mr. Furious: ...your rage will become your master? That's what you were going to say. Right? Right?
The Sphinx: Not necessarily.
Mr. Furious: I don't need a compass to know which way the wind shines.
The Blue Raja: I better get going. I've got a city to save.
Blue Raja's mother: Jeffrey? Do the accent.
The Blue Raja: Uh, well...
[shifts to British accent]
The Blue Raja: Well, I'd love to stay and chit-chat, Mother, but I fear I must away with me - our metropolis is in the clutches of madmen!
Blue Raja's mother: Jeff?
The Blue Raja: Yeah?
Blue Raja's mother: Cheerio.
The Blue Raja: Thanks, Mom.
The Shoveller: We're not your classic heros. We're the other guys.
The Shoveller: Lucille, God gave me a gift. I shovel well. I shovel very well.
Lucille: Honey, you shovel better than any man I've ever known, but that does not make you a super hero.
[the Shoveller starts to say something, but Lucille cuts him off]
Lucille: No, listen to me. You're a good husband, and a good father. But that's all. Nothing more.
[she walks off, a small boy hugs the Shoveller's leg]
Roland, The Shoveler's Son: I believe in you, Daddy!
Lucille: [calling] Roland, do NOT encourage your father!
Mr. Furious: After all, I am a ticking time bomb of fury.
The Sphinx: You must be like wolf pack, not six-pack.
The Shoveller: Excuse me, could I say something? I think we would all like this victory to go out to all the other guys, and I'm talking about the people in this city who are super good at their jobs but never get any credit. Like the lady in the DMV - that's a rough job.
Invisible Boy:
To the people that remember jingles from tons of old commercials.
The Bowler: And uh, uh, people that support local music and seek out independent film.
The Shoveller: And the guy that drives the snow-plow. And the school nurse, that's a...
Mr. Furious: Eddie, Eddie, I think they got the point.
Becky Beaner: What's the name of this group?
Invisible Boy: The Super Dudes!
The Bowler: No, no, no, not the Super Dudes.
Mr. Furious: We're not the Super Dudes. We don't have a name yet, but we're definitely not the Super Dudes.
The Shoveller: I gotta get home, it's late...
[a photojournalist approaches]
The Bowler: Picture, picture time!
Becky Beaner: Well, whatever you call them, Champion City will forever owe a debt of gratitude to these mystery men.
The Sphinx: Wait! Wait, that's it!... We are the Super Squad.
The Bowler: No, no! Alliteration in these situations is corny... What?
[She opens her bag, where Carmine sits smouldering]
The Bowler: Yes, we're all very aware that you saved the day, and I'm sure we'll be hearing about it for the rest of our lives...
[Mr. Furious, the Blue Raja, and the Shoveller are sneaking across Frankenstein's property to undertake some reconnaissance]
Mr. Furious: Shh! Wait! Hear that? We must have hit a trip-wire. It could be a proton eviscerator heating up.
The Shoveller: It could be a cybernetic atom scrambler. They target moving objects.
The Blue Raja: It sounds more like a heat-seeking anthrax projection gun to me. Quickly, cover your mouths.
Mr. Furious: No, let's bolt! Come on!
The Shoveller: No! Don't move.
The Blue Raja: Don't breathe!
Mr. Furious: Let's bolt!
The Shoveller: Don't move!
The Blue Raja: Don't breathe!
Mr. Furious: Let's bolt!
The Shoveller: Don't move!
[a sprinkler system turns on and the three are soaked]
The Shoveller: [disgustedly] Ohh, it's the sprinkler.
Mr. Furious: Looks like tonight the lone wolf rides... alone
The Blue Raja: Sorry, but am I to understand you've inserted your father's skull inside of that ball for bowling?
The Bowler: No, the guy at the pro shop did it.
Mr. Furious: What kinda crazy man blows up a crazy house?
[the Spleen walks to the Bowler making kissing noises and clicks tongue]
The Bowler: There's not enough beer in the world, Spleen, I'm sorry.
Vic Weems: I think, right now, we should focus on the positive. Tonight was good.
Capt. Amazing: Yeah? You think so? Cause I was worried it was, um, I don't know... PATHETIC! "Amazing triumphs at a nursing home"? That's great copy, Vic!
Vic Weems: Look, I'm a publicist, not a magician. You want big news, you have to have big fights. A superhero needs a supervillain - and thanks to you, we've got none left.
Capt. Amazing: Then get... the Death Man!
Vic Weems: Death Man is dead.
Capt. Amazing: Okay... Father Doom!
Vic Weems: Life without parole. Apocalypto's doing fifty years. Armagezzmo's in exile. Baron von Chaos got the chair...
Capt. Amazing: Really?
Vic Weems: Casanova Frankenstein is locked up in a nut-house.
Capt. Amazing: Casanova Frankenstein - now there was a supervillain! You know, he just... he's got those eyes, you know? I can't do it, but... and that voice! Such pure evil! The battles we used to have - extraordinary!
Vic Weems: "Used to." That's the problem, Captain. "Used to."
The Shoveller: All right, I'll take point, you two flank. Let's triangulate.
The Spleen: Equilateral or isosceles?
The Shoveller: [after leaving the bar] The Shoveller is hammered!
Blue Raja's mother: [the Blue Raja's mom walks in on him, in full costume, rummaging through her silverware drawer] Jeffrey, what are you doing?
The Blue Raja: Um, I was just, um, uh, um, I'm, uh...
[shifts to British accent]
The Blue Raja: I'm a superhero, mother.
Blue Raja's mother: A superhero?
The Blue Raja: An effete British superhero, to be precise. I am pilfering your tableware because I hurl it. I hurl it with a deadly accuracy. The Blue Raja is my name. And yes, I know I don't wear much blue and I speak in a British accent, but if you know your history it really does make perfect sense.
The Bowler: See now, this is why mad scientists are generally less desirable than your common or garden variety scientist.
The Shoveller: We struck down evil with the mighty sword of teamwork and the hammer of not bickering.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0132347/quotes
The Sphinx: When you care what is outside, what is inside cares for you.
The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions.
[Mr. Furious tries to balance a hammer on his head]
Mr. Furious: Why am I doing this, again?
The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you will head off your foes with a balanced attack.
Mr. Furious: And why am I wearing the watermelon on my feet?
The Sphinx: [looks at the watermelon on Mr. Furious' feet] I don't remember telling you to do that.
The Blue Raja: May the forks be with us.
The Sphinx: We are number one. All others are number two, or lower.
Mr. Furious: Someone must have ripped the "Q" section out of my dictionary, 'cause I don't know the meaning of the word "quit".
Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up. If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's...
The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage...
Mr. Furious: ...your rage will become your master? That's what you were going to say. Right? Right?
The Sphinx: Not necessarily.
Mr. Furious: I don't need a compass to know which way the wind shines.
The Blue Raja: I better get going. I've got a city to save.
Blue Raja's mother: Jeffrey? Do the accent.
The Blue Raja: Uh, well...
[shifts to British accent]
The Blue Raja: Well, I'd love to stay and chit-chat, Mother, but I fear I must away with me - our metropolis is in the clutches of madmen!
Blue Raja's mother: Jeff?
The Blue Raja: Yeah?
Blue Raja's mother: Cheerio.
The Blue Raja: Thanks, Mom.
The Shoveller: We're not your classic heros. We're the other guys.
The Shoveller: Lucille, God gave me a gift. I shovel well. I shovel very well.
Lucille: Honey, you shovel better than any man I've ever known, but that does not make you a super hero.
[the Shoveller starts to say something, but Lucille cuts him off]
Lucille: No, listen to me. You're a good husband, and a good father. But that's all. Nothing more.
[she walks off, a small boy hugs the Shoveller's leg]
Roland, The Shoveler's Son: I believe in you, Daddy!
Lucille: [calling] Roland, do NOT encourage your father!
Mr. Furious: After all, I am a ticking time bomb of fury.
The Sphinx: You must be like wolf pack, not six-pack.
The Shoveller: Excuse me, could I say something? I think we would all like this victory to go out to all the other guys, and I'm talking about the people in this city who are super good at their jobs but never get any credit. Like the lady in the DMV - that's a rough job.
Invisible Boy:
To the people that remember jingles from tons of old commercials.
The Bowler: And uh, uh, people that support local music and seek out independent film.
The Shoveller: And the guy that drives the snow-plow. And the school nurse, that's a...
Mr. Furious: Eddie, Eddie, I think they got the point.
Becky Beaner: What's the name of this group?
Invisible Boy: The Super Dudes!
The Bowler: No, no, no, not the Super Dudes.
Mr. Furious: We're not the Super Dudes. We don't have a name yet, but we're definitely not the Super Dudes.
The Shoveller: I gotta get home, it's late...
[a photojournalist approaches]
The Bowler: Picture, picture time!
Becky Beaner: Well, whatever you call them, Champion City will forever owe a debt of gratitude to these mystery men.
The Sphinx: Wait! Wait, that's it!... We are the Super Squad.
The Bowler: No, no! Alliteration in these situations is corny... What?
[She opens her bag, where Carmine sits smouldering]
The Bowler: Yes, we're all very aware that you saved the day, and I'm sure we'll be hearing about it for the rest of our lives...
[Mr. Furious, the Blue Raja, and the Shoveller are sneaking across Frankenstein's property to undertake some reconnaissance]
Mr. Furious: Shh! Wait! Hear that? We must have hit a trip-wire. It could be a proton eviscerator heating up.
The Shoveller: It could be a cybernetic atom scrambler. They target moving objects.
The Blue Raja: It sounds more like a heat-seeking anthrax projection gun to me. Quickly, cover your mouths.
Mr. Furious: No, let's bolt! Come on!
The Shoveller: No! Don't move.
The Blue Raja: Don't breathe!
Mr. Furious: Let's bolt!
The Shoveller: Don't move!
The Blue Raja: Don't breathe!
Mr. Furious: Let's bolt!
The Shoveller: Don't move!
[a sprinkler system turns on and the three are soaked]
The Shoveller: [disgustedly] Ohh, it's the sprinkler.
Mr. Furious: Looks like tonight the lone wolf rides... alone
The Blue Raja: Sorry, but am I to understand you've inserted your father's skull inside of that ball for bowling?
The Bowler: No, the guy at the pro shop did it.
Mr. Furious: What kinda crazy man blows up a crazy house?
[the Spleen walks to the Bowler making kissing noises and clicks tongue]
The Bowler: There's not enough beer in the world, Spleen, I'm sorry.
Vic Weems: I think, right now, we should focus on the positive. Tonight was good.
Capt. Amazing: Yeah? You think so? Cause I was worried it was, um, I don't know... PATHETIC! "Amazing triumphs at a nursing home"? That's great copy, Vic!
Vic Weems: Look, I'm a publicist, not a magician. You want big news, you have to have big fights. A superhero needs a supervillain - and thanks to you, we've got none left.
Capt. Amazing: Then get... the Death Man!
Vic Weems: Death Man is dead.
Capt. Amazing: Okay... Father Doom!
Vic Weems: Life without parole. Apocalypto's doing fifty years. Armagezzmo's in exile. Baron von Chaos got the chair...
Capt. Amazing: Really?
Vic Weems: Casanova Frankenstein is locked up in a nut-house.
Capt. Amazing: Casanova Frankenstein - now there was a supervillain! You know, he just... he's got those eyes, you know? I can't do it, but... and that voice! Such pure evil! The battles we used to have - extraordinary!
Vic Weems: "Used to." That's the problem, Captain. "Used to."
The Shoveller: All right, I'll take point, you two flank. Let's triangulate.
The Spleen: Equilateral or isosceles?
The Shoveller: [after leaving the bar] The Shoveller is hammered!
Blue Raja's mother: [the Blue Raja's mom walks in on him, in full costume, rummaging through her silverware drawer] Jeffrey, what are you doing?
The Blue Raja: Um, I was just, um, uh, um, I'm, uh...
[shifts to British accent]
The Blue Raja: I'm a superhero, mother.
Blue Raja's mother: A superhero?
The Blue Raja: An effete British superhero, to be precise. I am pilfering your tableware because I hurl it. I hurl it with a deadly accuracy. The Blue Raja is my name. And yes, I know I don't wear much blue and I speak in a British accent, but if you know your history it really does make perfect sense.
The Bowler: See now, this is why mad scientists are generally less desirable than your common or garden variety scientist.
The Shoveller: We struck down evil with the mighty sword of teamwork and the hammer of not bickering.
Outstanding! Reminds me of my college philosophy classes.
