Pinky And The Brain Quotes

Meryn's mouth dropped. "Seriously? We're dealing with a paranormal version of Pinky and the Brain?

What was the proper etiquette for brain-eating? Pinky up? No slurping sounds? A dainty belch at the end?

There was a short pause before Elizabeth gasped, finally understanding his meaning, “You did that? You put up those pictures of that senator? The naked selfies on the house dot gov main page?” “I did no such thing.” Greg sounded and looked insulted, then added, “Alex did it. I was merely the Pinky to his Brain.

The same thing we do every night, Pinky - try to take over the world!

But what are we going to do with a load of guns?” asks Pete. “I don’t know, Brains, what are we going to do with a half-track full of guns?” Pinky asks. Brains chuckles. “Same thing we do every night, Pinky—” “Fort up and wait for reinforcements,” Pinky says flatly.

I think so Brain, but what if the chicken won't wear the nylons?

We’re like Pinky and the Brain.” He winked playfully. “I’m just the pretty face.” “That’s still up for debate.” That voice. Mickey slowly turned around. Oh. My. God. There sat Mystery Man a.k.a. Serial Killer Man a.k.a. Identity Theft Man. “Fancy meeting you here, stranger.” He was in a full suit, all black with a metallic plum tie. His unruly chocolate locks had been gently tamed back and those emerald green eyes sparkled dangerously. Not to mention, he was sporting the million-dollar smile, which had already taken up permanent residence in Mickey’s mind. He looks like perfection…

one scaly green Dragon daddy who was trying to take over the world Pinky and the Brain style.

What's the plan for today?" I asked him. "Same thing we do every day. Try and take over the world." I stared at him for a second. "Was that a 'Pinky and the Brain' reference?" "Sure was." "I'm the Brain." He laughed and took another sip of coffee. "I wouldn't have it any other way." I nodded triumphantly and nibbled at my bagel. -Lacey & Camden

I’d ask why you don’t want to be whipped, but I sense there’s a long heartfelt story behind it and I’ll feel sorry for you and I’m not really in the mood to feel pity. Maybe after a few more orgasms, I can fake sympathy. We’re just not there yet, champ.” “I like that nickname,” I said, taking her hand between mine. “Stud works too. King Cock is another favorite.” “How about Cock-A-Doodle-Doo?" “Too cartoony. I need something manlier. Cockinator.” Laughing, Raven yanked her hand away. “How about Robo Cock or White Cock Down? Ooh, Cockageddon.” “Independence Cock,” I suggested, laughing as I drank my juice. “Cock Hard or Cocky. You know the third one where Cocky goes to Russia.” Raven snorted. “Cocks on a Plane. No, Planet of the Cocks.” “Kindergarten Cock,” I said and Raven balked. “Did I take that too far?” “Perv. Oh, how about World War C?” “Too subtle.” “Iron Cock or Cock of Steel. You know, if you’re interested in the superhero route.” “Star Trek and superheroes. I sense the nerd is strong in this one.” “Fuck off. I saw the videogames at your stag shack.” “Wanna come over and play sometime?” I asked, giving her a wink. “Then, after we’re done playing, we can do that videogame thing you mentioned.” “Hang out time like you shared with Judd?” Expression hardening, I glared at her. “I never fucked Judd.” “Why? He’s hot.” Unable to keep up the façade, I laughed. “He’s a pretty fucker, ain’t he?” “Oh, yeah,” she sighed and I stopped laughing. Raven noticed and it was her turn to laugh. “He’s got those beautiful eyes.” “They’re beady rat eyes.” “He’s so strong.” “Puny girly man.” Raven licked her lips. “I bet he hung too.” I showed her my pinkie finger. “He’s barely this big when hard.” “And how do you know that if you two never fucked?” “Fine, we fucked, but we were pretty drunk and he is really pretty.” Raven nearly fell off her chair laughing. I felt intensely proud to make her lose her cool so thoroughly. After calming down, Raven threw up her hand and I high fived her. “You win,” she said, catching her breath. “I’ll play videogames at your place after fucking your brains out. Make you forget all about sexy Judd.

Skip the urge to respond to a road rage invitation. I find that my days are far more smooth and pleasant when I don’t give someone the leverage to annoy or stress me. Just smile, giggle to yourself, or wave “hi” with a wag of your pinky finger, if you must. But then the incident is over, and no stress or annoyance remains, at least not in my car. The self-centered driver has the negative attitude. Don’t let someone else’s poor behavior choices become contagious.

That's right, I'm a conspiracy theorist. Sure, some scoff at the mere thought of conspiracy, but ask any detective, lawyer or judge — if you can find an honest one — and they'll tell you conspiracies happen all the time. From petty theft all the way up to rigging elections and global conquest. Pinky and the Brain are not the only ones trying to take over the world!

What are you up to? I tell her, a little proud that I can answer with something truthful, that I'm not just passed out in a motel room, begging for sleep to save me from my thoughts. You? The same thing I do every night, Carlos. Trying to take over the world? I write, sure she's making a Pinky and the Brain reference, this old cartoon that Felix got me into.

Pinky, are you pondering what I’m pondering?” “Yes Brain, but why does the chicken cross the road if not for love?” ~Pinky and the Braini

As Pinky said to the Brain when Brain asked him if he was thinking what Brain was thinking, "I don't know, Brain. I'm just wondering how we're going to get the socks on all those roosters.

Stop that,” Spencer said. “You’re eating a dead person’s marshmallows.” “Don’t say that. She’s dearly departed,” I said, and ate another marshmallow. “Pinky, put down the marshmallows,” he said, like he was talking me off a bridge. “That’s dead person’s marshmallows. I’ll get you your own marshmallows. I promise.” We locked eyes, and something clicked in my brain. I spit out the marshmallow. “Oh my God, you’re right. I’ve been eating dead person marshmallows. I mean, dearly departed marshmallows. Cadaver sweets. Corpse dessert.” I clutched at my throat as something else occurred to me. “What if the marshmallows are poisonous?” Spencer shrugged. “Then, I guess I’ll become the town’s most eligible bachelor, again.