Rumpelstiltskin
1996
Rumpelstiltskin: Just what I needed, another bad habit!
Rumpelstiltskin: I smell a baby... smells a lot like a baby named Johnny!
Rumpelstiltskin: Don't get any blood on the baby!
Rumpelstiltskin: Must have taken a great many blacksmiths to build that I imagine.
Rumpelstiltskin: Fucketh me!
(shelley opens her apartment door in order to escape Rumpelstiltskin only to find him standing out side of it) Rumpelstiltskin: I've come to claim my prize! EEE.
Rumpelstiltskin: (after he removes a broom handle that Shelley rammed down his throat) Thy future is harsh on thy throat.
Rumpelstiltskin: (to a motorcyclist) I want your steed.
Rumpelstiltskin: I only want the baby, John.
Rumpelstiltskin: (riding on a motorcycle and wearing sun glasses) Uncle Rumples' comin'!
Rumpelstiltskin: Took care of that bitch!