Tick: Eating kittens is just plain... plain wrong! And no-one should do it, ever.
Tick: Arthur, that belt is an accessory of evil, and evil is never in fashion.
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: Yes, destiny has her hand on my back, and she's pushing.
Tick: Ah, savory cheese puffs, made inedible by time and fate.
Arthur: Are you aware your roommate is a hideous monster from another dimension with evil plans for world domination?
Thrakkorzog's roommate: Listen, a good roommate relationship is based on a respect for privacy.
Tick: And that's just it, Doc - my mind has always been my Achilles' heel.
Tick: He has the mustache of a titan.
Tick: Villains always have antidotes. They're funny that way.
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: Deadly Bulb. I'm about to write you a reality check. Or would you prefer the cold, hard cash of truth?
Tick: Can't lose my name, it's on all my stationery.
