Sometimes we have to go deep inside ourselves to solve our problems

A star on top will complete all the scenery!

Being grown up is boring. Besides, I don’t get jazz.

You cannot stop the unstoppable

Well maybe it is stupid, but it’s also dumb!

Maybe a story will cheer you up… Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The End.

I’m so loyal, I haven’t bathed in weeks!

Now that we’re men, I changed my underwear.

Money can’t replace friendship, I’d rather have no money than losing you.

The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.

Knowledge can never replace friendship. I prefer to be an idiot!

Dumb people are just blissfully unaware of how dumb they are.

So,” lauren said. “you help ghosts with unfulfilled wishes cross over to the astral plane for judgment.”
“yes.”
“and you hunt demons.”
“yes.”
“and you’re married to an angel.”
“yes.”
she paused. “…so basically, you’re dean winchester.”
i made an exasperated sound. “i am not.”
she smirked. “yeah, sure.

Angels are warriors of god. I’m a soldier.

Hey assbutt!.

I can dig elvis.

Please accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.

I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

This isn’t funny dean! the voice says i’m almost out of minutes!.

Don’t touch the hair!

Crazy women-antelope drivers!

Johnny Bravo: I am investigating the disappearance of all the cats in the city… my living room is full of cats… that means…[pause]
Johnny Bravo: I’m hungry!

Johnny Bravo: I need to get these letters to the North Pole by tonight.
Roy: Yeah. Right.

Foreman: [There is a big boulder in the road] There’s only way to move this rock.
Worker: I’ll get the dynamite.
Johnny Bravo: [Johnny falls from the sky and hits the boulder headfirst, breaking it completely] Aaaah!
Worker: Kid, you got yourself a job.
Johnny Bravo: [Emerges from Hole, Dazed] Hot Dang!

I think we are ready little Freddie!

[Both Johnny and Velma’s glasses have been knocked off]
Velma: My glasses! I can’t see without my glasses!
Johnny Bravo: My glasses! I can’t be seen without my glasses!

Momma: Johnny, are you warping time and space again?
Johnny Bravo: Uh… no.

Bunny Bravo: Johnny, have you been taking good care of your teeth.
Johnny Bravo: Yes, Momma. I’ve been brushing every day with baking soda.[holds up cane sugar in a jar of molasses]
Bunny Bravo: Johnny, this is cane sugar and molasses.
Johnny Bravo: To-may-to, To-mah-to.

Judge Trudy: Mr. Bravo, you’re accused of littering. Do you have a lawyer?
Johnny Bravo: No, your honor. I’ll be defending myself. [makes karate moves] Hoohahuh!
Judge Trudy: Are you familiar with the saying that any man who defends himself has a fool for a client?
Johnny Bravo: Then, I’m hired!
Judge Trudy: All right, Mr. Bravo, how do you plead?
Johnny Bravo: Like this – [in begging voice] Please, oh, plea-ease!
Judge Trudy: [slams hammer] I could hold you in contempt.
Johnny Bravo: I don’t care how you hold me, just hold me.
Judge Trudy: Mr. Bravo! Do you have anything to say in your defense?
Johnny Bravo: I sweat a lot, but my breath is minty fresh.
Judge Trudy: Mr. Bravo. Normally I dismiss cases like yours, but in this instance, I’m going to sentence you to 86 consecutive life sentences.
Johnny Bravo: All right… wait, is that bad?
Judge Trudy: Take this knuckle-walking Neandertal out of here!
Johnny Bravo: [being dragged away] Uhm, can I have that lawyer now?

Hey, Santa, it’s me, Johnny. Remember I’m the one that beat you up last year ’cause I thought you were a burgler?

I hope this doesn’t go on my permanent record.

Momma: Here’s your money, Susie. Thanks to you, everything is back to normal.
Mongo: Or is it?

Johnny Bravo: [looking in a mirror] Who’s this handsome guy?[grabs a phone]
Johnny Bravo: Hello, 911 Emergency? There’s a handsome guy in my bathroom! Hey, wait a second. Cancel that – it’s only me!

Sweet. Bring on the Danish chicks and cream soda.

[Answers phone] Troubled Teen Hotline… Your boyfriend left you? Well… uh… what are you wearing?

Now remember, I do my best work when I’m being worshipped as a god.

Johnny Bravo: Hey, look everyone, I got a mango.
Bunny Bravo: That’s a telegram, sweety.
Johnny Bravo: Right, what did I say?
Bunny Bravo: Just read it, dear.
Johnny Bravo: [reads] “to unseal envelope peel back flap and…

Enough about me, now let’s talk about… me.

I bet your name’s Mickey, ’cause you’re so fine. You’re so fine you…

Hey, Foxy Mama. You smell kinda pretty, wanna smell me? Hoohah!

Johnny Bravo: [Andy hands him a surfboard ahead of the compettition] What am I supposed to do with this?
Andy: You’re supposed to…”Jazz the Glass”.
Johnny Bravo: Uh-Uh, Man. That sounds *Nasty*!
Andy: No. What Kind of Square are you? “Smooth the Curl”…
Johnny Bravo: No way, Kid. I ain’t smoothin’ no curl, This hair’s my crowning glory.
Andy: No, Trip the Wave Fantastic.
Johnny Bravo: Come again?
Andy: Surf, Daddio, Surf!
Johnny Bravo: [realising] Ohhh…

You should know better than to try to mail something on the day of Christmas Eve. Especially a letter to Santa Claus.

Ehh, e-everyone stay calm… because we’re all doomed!

Guard: Name?
Johnny Bravo: Johnny Bravo.
Guard: Occupation?
Johnny Bravo: Johnny Bravo.

[eating ice cream with a toothache] Chomp, chomp, chomp, AAAUGH! The PAIN! The Horrible PAIN! Mmmm… Creamy! Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, AAAUGH! The PAIN! The stabbing knives of pain! Ooh! It’s got nuts in it!

[Johnny accidentally met Luke Perry]
Oh, my God! You’re Fidel Castro!

[to his secretary] Get out of my chair and make me some coffee with Eight sugars, then throw it out and make it again ’cause it’s Still Not Sweet Enough!

Johnny Bravo: [Johnny is running left to right down the street stopping for every person] Did you see a gorilla around here?
Businessman: No.[Johnny moves on]
Johnny Bravo: Did you see a gorilla around here?
World peace-seeking man: [in hippie raspy voice] No.
Johnny Bravo: Did you see a gorilla around here?
Gorgeous woman: [in flirtatious tone] No.
Johnny Bravo: Did you see a…[Johnny pauses, looks back and runs backwards]
Old woman: Gorilla?
Johnny Bravo: Hey, there, hot mama, you wouldn’t happen to be hiding a gorilla under them clothes, would you?[gorgeous woman grabs Johnny by the arm and entangles him into a battered down victim with little effort]
Johnny Bravo: Yeah. She wants me.

Prison Warden: What we have here is a failure to communicate!
Johnny Bravo: What?
Prison Warden: What we have here is a failure to communicate!
Johnny Bravo: Huh? I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.

Carl Chryniszzswics: [in car, pointing on map] Let’s take this blue road.
Johnny Bravo: That’s a river.
Carl Chryniszzswics: It’ll be scenic.

Plumber: [after Johnny leaves assuming the time has frozen the water in the pipes, a plumber opens the pipe and pulls out a dog] Shoot, There’s your problem, Mrs. Bravo; A German Shepherd in the plumbing.
Bunny Bravo: Well, That’s a relief. [whispers] Last time it was a man.

Gorgeous woman: What kind of idiot are you?
Johnny Bravo: I don’t know, what kinds are there?

Mama mia. That’s a spicy meatball.

You know, you’d think a person with that much hate in her heart wouldn’t gravitate towards the service industry.

Johnny Bravo: What do you think, Rubber Ducky?
Rubber Ducky: Quack, quack.
Johnny Bravo: My thoughts exactly!

Suzy: Would you eat them with a fox?
Johnny Bravo: If the fox were Courtney Cox. But since that is not the case, get those cookies away from my face.

Kid: [shouts] Look, Mommy! That guy’s looking at pictures of almost naked men! [the whole store stares at Johnny]
Johnny Bravo: This is a men’s fitness magazine, I want to look *like* this, not at this… I’ve got nothin’ to be ashamed of! [walks up to cashier ashamed, and drops change on the counter]… TV Guide.

Madame Viola: Johnny, I sense that you are thinking that you are a man about town, a shoe-in with the ladies, whose sole purpose is to bother woman.
Johnny Bravo: Could you say that again, cause all I heard was “blah blah blah woman

Carl Chryniszzswics: Ooh, a recipe for German Chocolate cake! Let’
s see now: Chocolate… Cake… GERMANS!

villager: We are a village of terrible cowards. Even the meowing of the tiny kitten makes us cry like a little girl.
Johnny Bravo: Boo.
villager: Aaaaargh!
Johnny Bravo: Okay, your story checks out.

[to Suzy after she tells her class he is a superhero and one of her classmates suggests he stops the bank robber] Oh, you *will* pay for this.

Great Scott. My pizza-sense is tingling.

[Sitting on stairs, upset] Every time I try to fight the power the man slaps me down.

Johnny Bravo: [pointing at Scooby Doo] You understand what the dog says?
Velma: Sure, we all do!

But these letters. If Santa doesn’t get these letters by tonight, I might not get all those free presents I asked for. And who ever heard of a Christmas without free stuff?

Guard: [an old woman goes through the security gates and the alarm goes off] Hold it, granny! Empty your pockets!
Old Lady: No way! You’ll have to frisk me!
Guard: [in a shivery voice] Next!
Old Lady: Darn it!

[Johnny is trying to pick up Daphne and for a moment looks at Velma]
Velma: [with a flirtatious voice] Don’t worry, I won’t bite!
Johnny Bravo: [pointing at Daphne] Does she?

Johnny Bravo: [after overdosing on Ubermass which him fat] I need to find a way to lose weight fast.
Suzy: You and fifty eight percent of America!

Welcome to the island of beautiful men!

Additional Voices: Thanks for saving our neighborhood,Kung Foo Guy! But how did you know they were killer robots?
Various characters: Robots…?

Little Girl: [shouts] Look, Mommy! That guy’s looking at pictures of almost naked men! [the whole store stares at Johnny]
Johnny Bravo: This is a men’s fitness magazine, I want to look *like* this, not *at* this… I’ve got nothin’ to be ashamed of! [walks up to cashier ashamed, and drops change on the counter]… TV Guide.

Fetch me the Fez of Forgetfulness.

Dog… donkey… Well, they both start with the letter “N”…

[Repeated line]
Woah, momma.

Mmm. Frosted Sugar Bits. The great taste of frosted sugar in bits.

Jungle Boy: He didn’t mean to hurt anyone. Did you, Mister Johnny?
Johnny Bravo: Of course not, kid. I wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Fly: It’s a lie. It’s a lie!

At any rate, I’m not going to kill you, well maybe after dessert. I put a lot of effort into the Key Lime Pie. I do love a Key Lime Pie. Even more than a île flottante… call me a Philistine.

Too much? well, I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. Then here’s my other offer: you can all just die.

(to Marie Laveau) I’m not afraid of you. (Marie Laveau cuts Delphine’s arm) OOOOOW (at several times)!

Cordelia: [to Myrtle] Any last words?
Myrtle:
Only one: BALENCIAGA! (Cordelia throws a cigarette at Myrtle) (burns/screams/cries on fire)

Axeman: You must pay for what you’ve done!
Madison: Wow, did you walk into the wrong house?
Axeman: I’ll kill all of you!

I think everyone in this world thinks they’re either blessed or cursed.

You’re the only light i’ve ever known.

I’m starting to look less Samantha and more Endora every day.

[to Spalding] Alright you twisted, tea-serving necrophiliac, what’d you do to Madison?

Cordelia: Careful, girls, it’s not a game.
Madison: It’s the best game and we need a g*dd*mn break.
Zoe: Can’t we just have a little fun?

[to Zoe, Madison, Nan & Queenie] You girls need to learn to fight. When witches don’t fight, we burn.

The world can be such a… Dangerous place…

Did we just marry the Devil? Because I’m not down with that.

Everyone here is a witch. I’m so sorry. Please don’t send us to jail.

One dog moves out, another moves in. It’s the circle of life.

(to Madame) NO (DON’T DIE), PLEASE, MOTHER! (to Marie Laveua) NO! (Madame and Borquita scream) (Madame gets burned/killed by Marie Laveau)

Queenie: (to Marie Laveau) I love to.
Madame: (to Queenie) No, no, you stay away from me, you stay away from me you, hear me?! YOU STAY AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Allow me to introduce myself… I’m the countess…

[to Cordelia] Don’t make me drop a house on you.

In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of is me.

Fiona: Oh..Sweet Jesus !
Myrtle: He gets no credit. It was I who restored our beloved Cordelia.

[to Fiona] Feel the fear and the pain, let it all in, and then let it all go.

[to Queenie] It’s absinthe. Drink of the divine, which we are.

(to Papa Legba) You’ve seen the last of me.

Yeah, well before we hop on our broomsticks, let’s think it through.

You were always my fondest creation… I wanted to be here to help you transition… One last time…

Voodoo. Witchcraft. This town ain’t big enough for the both of us. War is coming.. and you’re gonna lose.

(to the axeman) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (2 times), (the axeman breaks glasses) no, noooooooooooooo!

Misty’s probably twirled her way to the everglades by now. Don’t bother.

Madison: Is this where we all sing Kum-Bah-Yah?
Queenie: b*tch! I will eat you.

Oh, my life is pure torment. One book signing after another. Travel, travel, travel. It’s, like, get me off the bestseller list already.

I’m part of a sacred order, a soldier in a shadow war, a war that’s been raging since before the time of Salem; we are a brotherhood pledged in blood, dedicated to stamping out the pestilence of witchery on the North American continent.

You think you can just throw me away for some junior varsity mall rat?.

Cordelia: (as Myrtle plays the theramin) What is that thing? It’s hideous and weird.
Myrtle: Don’t be a hater, dear.

Maybe in another century, you can have two shithole salons.

Myrtle: If you wouldn’t listen,…..
Fiona: YOU will sit! (Myrtle sits on a chair)

[to the Axeman] Haven’t you heard? I have no soul. I’ll just kill ’em all.

If you look at evil, evil is going to look right back at you.

[to Papa Legba] She’s innocent! Mostly… She killed the neighbor, but the b*tch had it coming.

(to Queenie) Throw me back in the box. I’ve seen enough of this world. I’ll take no part in a country that has a darkie in the White House.

Myrtle: Fiona, it’s been a long time.
Fiona: Myrtle Snow… Look at you, developing a sense of style when no one was paying attention.

The world’s not going to miss a bunch of assholes in Ed Hardy t-shirts.

Kyle: You let her (Zoe) die, why did you let her die?
Madison: I did it for us, I love you. I love you… Please, please!
Kyle: You’re not that good an actress.

[to Fiona] You didn’t throw that acid but you might as well have.

[to Kyle] As for you, Ken doll. Well, putting you together was fun… [burns the cigarette] But taking you apart’s gonna be even more fun.

We have two selves… One the world needs us to be, compliant… And the shadow… Ignore it and life is forever suffering.

They got some real power in that witch house now.

(to Fiona) I love you more than jazz, baby doll

Please tell me this is a hallucination driven by my bouquet of atropa belladonna.

Can you imagine those poor Salem witches traveling all the way down here in covered wagons without a proper charcuterie platter or a bidet? Absolutely savage!

Oh, honey… Goddesses don’t speak in whispers. They scream.

That man was a particular kind of liar. The kind that lies to himself about being a liar. Who is so corrupt, and deluded, he believed his own lies. Lies are like scars on your soul. They destory you.

Hart has proven he has talent and there is a market out there for queasy, uneasy, in-yo’-face, material.”
-.

I couldn’t toast a piece of bread with the heat they were putting on you.

[to Queenie] Oh Jesus, go change your clothes. Wear something… black.

Papa Legba: [to Fiona] I don’t give a donkey sh*t about title.
I want only one thing: your soul.

And now we must say goodbye to nan… Who fell in the bathtub.

I was Leisl (from her Sound of Music the recorded movie dream).

CORDELIA! (tries to unlock and open the door and save Cordelia from the axeman.)

Tonight I’m going to let the whole world in and get a good look at me. Who’s the baddest witch in town?

[to Fiona] Surprise, b*tch. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.

Messes are always forgiven… The first time…

You will learn, its not our precious virus that makes you, its not who you kill or who you screw… Its the heartbreaks… The bigger… The better… And I know better than any of us.

[to Madame LaLaurie] C’mon, Mary Todd Lincoln. I’ll buy you a drink.

When I plant a fat-*ss cracker b*tch, I expect her to stay planted, not spring up like that damn ragweed.

The devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he’s a fallen angel, and he used to be god’s favorite.

I am not a human being, but a spirit. A foul demon from hottest Hell.

Queenie: Where is Marie Laveau?
Fiona: She’s probably off in some unholy nether realm, cavorting with that half-baked Beetlejuice. Papa Legaboo-boo, or whatever the hell his name is.

I can’t bring someone back once they’re gator sh*t.

If you look into the face of evil, evil’s gonna look right back at you.

This coven doesn’t need a new supreme, it needs a new rug.

[about her own daughter] She had a monster for a mother. Her death was the only kindness I ever did for her.

You took my power the minute I gave birth to you.

[to Delphine] A dog returns to his vomit.

Madison Montgomery is a stone-cold b*tch who loves hard drinking, big dicks and trouble. If she’s dead, it’s probably ’cause she got wasted and offered the Grim Reaper a hand job or something.

Fiona: [to Madison] You’
re missing the pointMadison: What’s the point?
Fiona: The point is in this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of is me.

These are my last words, Miss Fiona. I have always loved you.

[to The Delphi Trust men] Here’s my other offer. You can all just die.

Fiona: You know why I got a female attack dog?
Hank: Because bitches stick together?
Fiona: Because females are more loyal and aggressive when it comes to protecting their family.

[to Madison] Put out that cigarette. Now stick it in your vagina.

[to Zoe about Kyle] Get him out of here. He broke Stevie.

[to her reanimated corpse army] Begin.

It’s too hot. My frickin’ vagina’s sweating.

[to Cordelia] I just want to find a good husband and have three kids. I think I have a good shot. I work out and play fantasy football.

[to Fiona & Marie from putting/killing Nan in the water in the tub] You two together are in biiiiiig trouble.

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . Affects everything.

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home… I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally… I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

You can hear rumors. But you can’t know them.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?.

In the end….everything matters.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can’t be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?.

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about.

Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party. Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.

If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore.
but you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about.

if you could hear other people’s thoughts, you’d overhear things that are true as well as things that are completely random. And you wouldn’t know one from the other. It’d drive you insane. What’s true? what’s not? a million ideas, but what do they mean?.

Everything…affects everything.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

I can’t. You can’t rewrite the past.

I’m listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I’m listening… But still, i’m too late.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?”

“it was love because it was worth it.

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

You can’t go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is…now.

I hope you’re ready, because i’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to these tapes, you’re one of the reasons why.

But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

It’s hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.

Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you—just a tad—off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you’re able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much—too tiring—and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy… Or whatever… To happen.

I’m sorry.” once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says i’m sorry, i’m going to think of her.

That’s why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? you took that hope away. You decided I didn’t deserve to have it.

If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
if my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
if my love were a star-
late at night, only light.
and if my love could grow wings,
i’d be soaring in flight.

I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they’d heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn’t agree with.

Soul alone by hannah baker

i meet your eyes
you don’t even see me
you hardly respond
when I whisper
hello
could be my soul mate
two kindred spirits
maybe we’re not
i guess we’ll never
know

my own mother
you carried me in you
now you see nothing
but what I wear
people ask you
how i’m doing
you smile and nod
don’t let it end
there

put me
underneath god’s sky and
know me
don’t just see me with your eyes
take away
this mask of flesh and bone and
see me
for my soul

alone.

Because when you’re posed, you know someone’s watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.

You can’t stop the future
you can’t rewind the past
the only way to learn the secret
…is to press play.