Tick: Yes, destiny has her hand on my back, and she's pushing.
Tick: Eating kittens is just plain... plain wrong! And no-one should do it, ever.
Bi-Polar Bear: This looks like a job for Bi-Polar Bear... but I just can't seem to get out of bed.
Tick: And, isn't sanity really just a one-trick pony anyway? I mean all you get is one trick, rational thinking, but when you're good and crazy, oooh, oooh, oooh, the sky is the limit.
Tick: And so, Arthur, we learned that gambling is bad and yet in a certain sense, isn't life itself a gamble? You can never be sure of anything. Like who would have thought that dolphins could go bad and that fish were magnetic? Not me, no sir, not me.
Tick: And that's just it, Doc - my mind has always been my Achilles' heel.
Tick: Ah, savory cheese puffs, made inedible by time and fate.
The Evil Midnight Bomber: 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.
Tick: Arthur, you have no historical perspective. Science in those days worked in broad strokes. They got right to the point. Nowadays, it's all just molecule, molecule, molecule. Nothing ever happens big.
Tick: Don't ever try to swim against the mighty tide of justice.
Tick: Can't lose my name, it's on all my stationery.
Tick: He has the mustache of a titan.
