This thread is to put up what are some of your favourite quotes and lines from the comic series you’ve read. One of the benefits of this thread is also to introduce others to comic series that might not be reading or questioning whether to read it or not.
Do note that if you’re gonna post them DO NOT POST IMAGES. I know it’s OK to post stuff so long as they’re over 12 months old, but just to not piss off the mods let’s just type them in.
So to begin here are some quotes from-
Might Avengers:-
Ms. Marvel: "Stay back."
Sentry: "I can take her."
Ms. Marvel: "It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s what happens to everything around you when she tries to melt you."
Wasp: Don’t vomit! "Do I still have eyebrows?"
Ares: “LET ME KILL HER!”
B. Widow: "BATTLE STATIONS, PEOPLE! WE ARE AT FULL-SCALE WORLWIDE WHITE ALERT!! I WANT FULL REPORTS FROM ALL STATIONS! I WANT FULL ANALYSIS FROM ALL DEPARTMENTS!! I WANT A SOLUTION TO OUR PROBLEM FIVE MINUTES AGO!! ALL WORLD LEADERS ARE TO BE INFORMED ** IMMEDIATELY** THAT WE ARE UNDER ATTACK AND TO HEAD TO THEIR EMERGENCY BUNKERS! Need some heroes… INFORM ALL MEMBERS OF THE INITIATIVE THAT WE ARE ON HIGH ALERT AND TO WAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS! Need a big brain… FIND REED RICHARDS!! AND LET ME KNOW WHEN WE’RE READY TO GET THIS BOAT BACK UP IN THE SKY!"
SHIELD Scientist: "She’s in charge now?"
Wasp: “Oh, she’s in charge.” Not bad.
B. Widow: "Avengers–Ultron. We lost visual. Go!!"
Ares: <3
<Hank Pym shows Ares the program>
Ares: "That?"
Hank: “Hang around me long enough and you’ll learn size doesn’t matter.” That came out wrong.
B. Widow: Wow, that came out wrong. "Is it a virus?"
Ares: “Will it kill her?” I want her blood!
Wolverine Origins 23:-
DeadPool: “Got a joke for ya.
So this Mexican guy comes riding to the border on his bicycle with two big sacks over his shoulders. He tells the border guard that the sacks are full of sand, but the guard doesn’t believe him. The guard detains the guy, then rips open the bags–nothing but sand. He even has the sand analyzed…only to find out that it really is just sand. And the sack is just a plain ol’ sack. Two days later, the same thing happens. And then it happens again, two days after that. Every time, the guy on the bike is carrying nothing but sand. This goes on for seven years. It drives the border guard crazy…like, really crazy. He loses his job because of it. So, one day, he tracks the Mexican guy down and says to him: "I am no longer a border guard, but I gotta know–what is it that you’re smuggling? Because I know you’re smuggling something."
The guy smiles at him and says–“Bicycles, sucker.””
No idea what you’re talking about, goody. Who’s Rorschach? Prison therapy? You better transcribe the entire passage for us. And describe the setting and action so we can picture it in our minds. Thanks, buddy, you are the best.
It’s in a sunny garden with fairies at the bottom of it, and involves the main characters prancing about through the grass, tossing garlands of flowers every which way. The dialogue consists entirely of the repetition of “We’re beautiful! We’re beautiful!”
Sorry I haven’t posted this sooner, I kinda keep forgetting >_<, anyway here it is-
Rorschach: "Shock of impact ran along my arm. Jet of warmth spattered on chest, like hot faucet. It was Kovacks who said “mother” then, muffled under latex. It was Kovacks who closed his eyes. It was Rorschach who opened them again. According to my informant, man using premises named Gerald Grice. Out drinking when I called. Returned to dressmakers at 10:45. Dark by then. Dark as it gets." Rorschach freaks out Gerald
Rorschach (as house is burning): “Stood in street. Watched it burn. Imagined limbless felt torsos inside; breasts blackening; bellies smoldering; bursting into flame one by one. Watched for an hour. Nobody got out. Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hellbound as ourselves; go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach. Does that answer your questions, doctor?”