Full Throttle
1995/III (VG)
Maureen: Nice forks. Where'd you get them? Ben: Right next to the knives and spoons.
Bartender: The customer with a knife is always right.
Ben: What if they search the back and find my bike? Emmet: It's buried under a pile of concentrated fertilizer powder. No one's gonna dig through that crap.
(Ripburger shot the controls to stop the plane without wings and the plane is going to crash into the gorge) Ben: Ripburger, you're gonna kill us all. Adrian Ripburger (: Ben, don't ruin the ending.
The player clicked to punch or kick the vultures) Ben: Later, hopefully.
(the projector shows Malcolm Corley being murdered by Ripburger) Adrian Ripburger: Now, this next slide demonstrates our new, more agressive corporate strategy.
(first lines) Ben: (narrating) Whenever I smell asphalt, I think of Maureen. That's the last sensation I had before I blacked out; that thick smell of asphalt. She said she'd fix my bike. Free. No strings attached. I shoulda've known then that things were never that simple. Yeah, when I think of Maureen, I think of two things: Asphalt, and trouble.
(Ben just ended up killing everybody by crashing into the gorge) Ben: Damn, let me try that again.
Ben: When I'm on the road, I'm indestructible. No one can stop me, (sees an enemy biker in view) ... but they try.
(referring to The Vulture's beat-up airplane) Ben: I thought you said this thing couldn't move! Suzy: I said it couldn't fly, I never said it couldn't taxi!
Ben: I may lie, and I may steal, and I may rough some people up from time to time. But it's all for a good cause: Self Preservation.
Ben: That's what having a regular job will do to you.
Ben: Not with my box of bunnies.
Adrian Ripburger: Nestor, what's that moving over there by that pile? Nestor: I don't know, but I think that pile is Bolus. Adrian Ripburger: Oh yes, now I remember. You're the smart one, aren't you?
Ben: Why'd your dad keep you a secret for so long? Maureen Corley: He didn't want people to find out about my mom. Ben: What was wrong with Mrs Corley? Maureen Corley: She wasn't my mom. Ben: Ah.
Miranda: (photographing Ben after his motorcycle crash) Man, this is gruesome! My editor better print these in color.
Malcolm Corley: What do you know, Ripburger? You've never even been on a bike! Adrian Ripburger: Oh, you know I'd be on one right now, sir, if not for this... destabilizing inner-ear condition. Malcolm Corley: Ah, your ears are fine. It's what's between 'em that scares me.
Ben: You know what might look better on your nose? Quohog: What? Ben: (grabs Quohog's nose ring and slams him down on to the bar) THE BAR.
Policeman: If you're still alive, boy, you're under arrest.
Ben: (referring to sculptures made from junk) I don't collect art. And I also don't collect whatever that is.
Ben: Let me go, or else... Maureen: Or else what? Ben: I'll call you names! Maureen: Ooh! Like what? Ben: Diapered Dynamo!
Horrace, Corley Motors Merchandise Salesman: (Ben is about to punch Horace out of annoyance) I got a button under my toe that's wired directly into Corley's alarm system! 'Course I could be lyin' but the question is: Do you feel lucky? Ben: Lately, no.
Ben: I'm looking for a good souvenir Horrace, Corley Motors Merchandise Salesman: Well, good souvenirs is what I got! So what can I fix ya up with? Ben: (Referring to the mascot toy bunny) Something small, furry and yellow Horrace, Corley Motors Merchandise Salesman: Sorry, this is the only set of teeth I got! (laughs and belches) Dang, there goes another one!
Horrace, Corley Motors Merchandise Salesman: Buy your kids a bunny so they'll shut up on the long drive home!