Spawn
1997
Cogliostro: The war between heaven & hell depends on the choices we make, and those choices require sacrafice. That's the test.
Spawn: Aren't there any normal people left on Earth, or is everybody just back from hell?
Jason Wynn: When this is all over, I will personally deep-fry your lard-ass.
Spawn: What's happening to me? Clown: Nothing. Just your necro-flesh going through its larval stage. Soon you're gonna get hair in funny places and gonna start thinking about girls.
Spawn: Just get me to a hospital. Clown: A hospital? Have you seen yourself lately? Burnt man walking. Not even the entire cast of "E.R." could put you back together.
Clown: Every time someone farts, a demon gets his wings. (farts twice) Oh, twins.
Spawn: God. Clown: (covering ears) Why'd you hafta go and say the "G" word? La la la la.
Clown: I love the smell of burning asphalt in the morning.
Clown: You're dead. D-E-D. Dead.
Clown: I say destroy the cosmos, ask questions later.
(after defeating the Clown) Spawn: Give my regards to your boss. Tell him he's next.
Spawn: You sent me to Hell. I'm here to return the favor.
Clown: I'm gonna cut you into 50 pieces and mail one to each state.
Jason Wynn: He killed Jessica, and he almost killed me. Clown: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Clown: Ooh. Burnt man walkin'.
Clown: Boy you were just tied to that track and that stupid train just kept runnin' over ya didn't it? Just runnin' over you.
Jessica Priest: It's a little early for Halloween Simmons. Spawn: Where you're going, every day is Halloween.
Jason Wynn: You don't quit us, son. We are not the U.S. Postal Service.
Clown: There you are. I've been looking everwhere for you. Bad crispy, BAD crispy. Clown not like.
Clown: Come on, fry-boy. Can't keep that side-order of potato salad waitning, now can we?
Clown: Why must you people always question? Why, why, why? When how is so much more fun.
Clown: (in cheerleader get-up) That's a lovely dress... I wonder if they have it in my size? (begins cheering) Clown: Spawny, Spawny, he's our man, if he can't kill them, no one can. Yay, Spawny. S to the P to the A to the AWN, yes, S to the P to the A to the AWN. Go Spawny, go Spawny.
Clown: (as Wanda) You over-sized bacon crisp.
Al Simmons: You wipe his ass for him, too?
Spawn: (after he sees his wounds heal for the first time) Daaaamn.
Spawn: What are you looking at? Cogliostro: You tell me.
Cogliostro: (to Violator) All right, you oversized gecko. Come and get your throat cut.
Clown: How come Heaven gets all the good fellas, and we're left with the retards?
Clown: (to a group of would-be Satanists) Behold. This one of a kind necroplasmic armor can be yours for the teeny price of your soul, and a butt-load of pain.
Clown: I hate clowns. I hate them all. Ronald, Bozo, Chuckles... with their stupid red noses and over-sized shoes... I don't mind being short, fat, and ugly - but the pay sucks.
Zack: Relax, mister. I've seen worse faces at the coroner's. Spawn: Thanks, kid. That makes me feel *much* better.
Spawn: (to Cogliostro) Alright, Yoda, just hold on.
Clown: Wynn and Wanda sitting in a tree, S-U-C-K-I-N-G
Spawn: (after getting shot multiple times, his wounds heal) Daaaaaammmmmmn.
Clown: I'm not the Vindicator, or the Victimizer, or the Vaporizer of the Viplator! I'm... (shouts) The Violator!
Doctor: What have we got? Paramedic: (about Priest) Gunshot wound to the head doc. Doctor: Eh, she's dead.
Spawn: You rotten piece of vermin! What made you think I would your army? You can take that army of yours and shove it... Clown: Sounds like a country song. (singing) / You can take that army of yours and shove it. You can - (stops) Uh-oh. You've got the, "I want to beat the little fat man" look in your eyes.