From there it's all just orcs, and golems, and Balrogs.
From there it's all just orcs, and golems, and Balrogs.
Like I bet he wishes he had Bilbo's cloak of dwarven mythril, am I right?
Imma take your word on that.
Hey. Hey, proposition! First person to untie me - guy or gal - I will let him or her give me a handy. Come on, let's share the milk of human kindness!
Hostile work environment!
yeah, basically just candy corn and zima
Krieger: Leave me alone! I am not a Nazi!
Cyril: What about your father?
Krieger: No! He was a scientist!
Cyril: Pretty sure the Nazis had scientists.
Krieger: No! That's why we...hurgh...they lost the war! Lack of science!
Damn, I... had something for this, too... um... damn it. Eat grenade, stupids!
"Where'd you get a grenade?"
"Hanging from the lampshade."
Please tell me that's a smoke grenade.
Archer: Woodhouse! What are you doing?
Woodhouse: Uh, sitting down sir.
Archer: What, at the table? Like people?
What is it, the Alabama of Europe?
i am head of KGB! i have my beets delivered!
yeaaah...what does a blimp do, pam?
Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants!