"Everybody was a baby once, Arthur. Oh, sure, maybe not today, or even yesterday. But once. Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you've got to get a good spiral on that baby, or evil will make an interception."
"And my middle name used to be Helping People. The Helping People Tick."
"He has the mustache of a titan!"
"I hate broccoli, and yet, in a certain sense, I am broccoli."
"I'm sure millions of viewers out there are just wondering what it's like to wear the tights of justice. Well, it's tingly and it's uncomfortable, but it gets the job done and, oh, the job of it."
"Mucal invader, is there no end to your oozing?"
During a mission briefing: "Slideshow...boring.........losing....................conciousness..."
After he and Arthur were hit with the Disarming Ray, and their arms fell off: "Remember the good old days, Arthur? You'd hand me something...I'd hand you something back..."
"You know, evil comes in many forms, be it a man-eating cow or Joseph Stalin. But you can't let the package hide the pudding. Evil is just plain bad. You don't cotton to it. You gotta smack it on the nose with the rolled up newspaper of goodness. Bad dog! Bad dog!"
"You know, Arthur, when evil is afoot, and you don't have any arms, you've gotta use your head. And when evil is ahead and you're behind, you've gotta do the legwork. But when you can't get a leg up, you gotta be hip. You gotta keep your chin up, and kick some..."
Tick: "It's your turn now, Thorace-bog."
Thrakkorzog: "It's Thrakkorzog. Thrakkorzog. With a K."
Tick: "We're only serving humble pie, Whatchamazog."
Thrakkorzog: "For the last time, it's..."
Tick: "Thorax-and-a-bog. Four-yacks-and-a-dog."
Tick: "Ah, laxative-log."
Thrakkorzog: "No, no, no!"
Thrakkorzog: "Now you're doing it on purpose. How juvenile."
"This looks like a job for Bi-Polar Bear... but I just can't seem to get out of bed."
American Maid: "I've gotta hand it to you Tick, you've really dropped the ball this time."
Sewer Urchin: "Yeah. Definitely some serious ball dropping going on."
The Evil Midnight Bomber What Bombs At Midnight: "I'm cookin' with gas. I've gotta handful of vertebrae and a headful of mad. Yeah. That's your spinal cord, baby! Dig it! Who's the man? I'm the man. I'm a bad man. How bad? Real bad. I'm a 12.0 on the 10.0 scale of badness."
The Evil Midnight Bomber: "So she says to me, do you wanna be a BAD boy? And I say YEAH baby YEAH! Surf's up space ponies! I'm makin' gravy... Without the lumps!!!! HAAA-ha-ha-ha!!!"