The Venture Bros. (2003– )
Christopher McCulloch: Hank Venture, The Monarch, Sgt. Hatred, Pete White, Henchman 24, Watch, Pirate Captain, Additional Voices, Dragoon, Dr. Z...
The Monarch : What? Think this is gay huh? Is that what you fucking said you scrawny peice of shit? Oh this isn't gay. But King Gorilla over there is! And I bet he can't wait to snap off a peice of your dick in his ass!
[points to Dean]
The Monarch : You! Get up! I said get the fuck up! What's your name?
Dean Venture : Dean Ven...
The Monarch : [shouts] Your name is bitch! And I own you. You're property! And when I'm tired of having sex with every hole God drilled in your slender frame... King Gorilla! You got a cigerette?
[King Gorilla hands him one]
The Monarch : There! I just sold you for a cigarette! And I don't smoke!
[realizes who Dean is]
The Monarch : Holy shit! You're Dean-Fucking-Venture! King, I've gotta buy my bitch back. Here's your cigarette.
King Gorilla : Fuck you. Gimme a dollar!
Henchman 21 : Here is where you are wrong, my friend. This woman has killed before.
Henchman 24 : Allegedly.
Henchman 21 : Okay, whatever. But she was a big girl. We are talking about a large, healthy woman of questionable stability.
Henchman 24 : Oh, you are totally underestimating the never-say-die scrappiness of a survivor.
The Monarch : Hey, guess what? Nobody cares who would win in a crazy fantasy fist-fight between Anne Frank and Lizzie Borden. We never should have brought the henchmen. We're going to be the only ones there with henchmen!
Brock Samson : Now, Hank, touch your throat. That tube you feel is your trachea. Think of it as your handle. That thing your thumb is on is your carotid artery. Think of it as your button. I want you to grab the handle, push the button. Can you repeat that, Hank?
Hank Venture : [gasping] Grab the handle, push the button.
Brock Samson : Let go of your own throat, Hank.
[Baron Ünderbheit offers a "parting gift" to his traitorous minions]
Catclops : Tiger balm. I don't get it.
Girl Hitler : Oh, maybe he's saying he's sore at us, and so he's giving us balm to soothe.
Catclops : That's retarded. Sir, what exactl...?
[Baron Ünderbheit is nowhere to be seen. ]
Catclops : Where'd he go? I knew it, I knew it! He's gonna kill us, isn't he?
[Tigers emerge from the walls and attack the minions]
Catclops : Aw, crap!
Manservant : [outside in the hall] Shall I have the maintenance crew clean the room, my master?
Baron Ünderbheit : No, not yet, Manservant.
[the Baron presses a remote control, activating a device strapped to the tigers]
Girl Hitler : Ohhhh. Tiger *bomb!*
The Monarch : I wanted to thank you for finding Grover Cleveland's presidential time machine for me. I'll give him your regards.
Brock Samson : After the twist, you'll feel a snap and the body goes ragdoll on you.
Hank Venture : And that will knock him out... even more?
Brock Samson : That will kill him.
Hank Venture : Do I have to?
Brock Samson : Alright, fine crybaby. Tie him up and, I guess, gag him. But at the first sign of trouble I want you to at least break both his knees.
[Brock Samson has torn off an animated statue's arm and is now beating him with it]
Hank Venture : Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!