& Gilberto: Damn, man. That shit is tight.
Joe: It's called "Your Heart Sucks My Soul." It's kind of a love song, you know? I wrote it as a surprise for Beth.
Gilberto: Yeah?
Joe: Yeah. Listen, if that song doesn't say love and commitment, I don't know what does.
& Ronnie Kwok: Step forward when your group is called. Freakend Warriors!.. The Medieval Kenevils!.. Gnomeland Security. Fair-Leather Friends. The Norse Whisperers.
& Eric: Okay, you’re all set to join the battle. Oh, except lose the sword.
Joe: Huh?
Eric: Yeah, newbs don’t get swords.
Joe: Uh. Wait, I have to earn the right to carry a foam stick?
Hung: ’Tis not the size of the young knave’s blade, but the lust in his thrust by which legends are made!
& Ronnie Kwok: Now remember, before convening at the battle, this party has a quest to loot the temple of— which needeth completion, so...
Sir Lando: Perhaps the party should split up for to cover more ground.
Eric: Capital idea, Sir Lando. Take Sir Hung the capable and explore yon forest for the fabled temple.
Sir Lando: Verily— We shall meet thee at Evermore if not before. Godspeed to you and thy servant.
Joe: Servant? I’m an apprentice! Fucketh you very much.
Sir Lando: Easy.
Eric: I beseech thee to give him wide berth as he is pained by a riven heart torn asunder by the cruelty of an untrue maiden.
Joe: Enough with that shit, please.
Eric: Easy, my liege. I told these guys that thou were cool.
& Hung: ’Tis a cruel act of the gods to waste such a sweet backside... on such a filthy beast.
& Ronnie Kwok: You didn’t injure it, you ignorant fuck! You transformed it!
Eric: .... Sorry.
Gwen: Transformed into what exactly?
& Joe: Give us a smile, sweet cheeks.
& Joe: Drop to the nether realms, bitch.
& Gwen: You have questionable taste in women, my friend.
Joe: Apparently. But I have excellent taste when it comes to music.
Gwen: Apparently.
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Joe: It's called "Your Heart Sucks My Soul." It's kind of a love song, you know? I wrote it as a surprise for Beth.
Gilberto: Yeah?
Joe: Yeah. Listen, if that song doesn't say love and commitment, I don't know what does.
& Ronnie Kwok: Step forward when your group is called. Freakend Warriors!.. The Medieval Kenevils!.. Gnomeland Security. Fair-Leather Friends. The Norse Whisperers.
& Eric: Okay, you’re all set to join the battle. Oh, except lose the sword.
Joe: Huh?
Eric: Yeah, newbs don’t get swords.
Joe: Uh. Wait, I have to earn the right to carry a foam stick?
Hung: ’Tis not the size of the young knave’s blade, but the lust in his thrust by which legends are made!
& Ronnie Kwok: Now remember, before convening at the battle, this party has a quest to loot the temple of— which needeth completion, so...
Sir Lando: Perhaps the party should split up for to cover more ground.
Eric: Capital idea, Sir Lando. Take Sir Hung the capable and explore yon forest for the fabled temple.
Sir Lando: Verily— We shall meet thee at Evermore if not before. Godspeed to you and thy servant.
Joe: Servant? I’m an apprentice! Fucketh you very much.
Sir Lando: Easy.
Eric: I beseech thee to give him wide berth as he is pained by a riven heart torn asunder by the cruelty of an untrue maiden.
Joe: Enough with that shit, please.
Eric: Easy, my liege. I told these guys that thou were cool.
& Hung: ’Tis a cruel act of the gods to waste such a sweet backside... on such a filthy beast.
& Ronnie Kwok: You didn’t injure it, you ignorant fuck! You transformed it!
Eric: .... Sorry.
Gwen: Transformed into what exactly?
& Joe: Give us a smile, sweet cheeks.
& Joe: Drop to the nether realms, bitch.
& Gwen: You have questionable taste in women, my friend.
Joe: Apparently. But I have excellent taste when it comes to music.
Gwen: Apparently.
--
+ quotes on the IMDb
Σ For geeks only!
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