Movie Quotes for 3+Worlds+Of+Gulliver,+The

The Chronicler: Spyro, you must understand, when she was taken by
  Gaul, she was poisoned and corrupted, made to do the Dark Masters
  bidding. Her entire life has been spent in shadow. She knows no
  other way. And when the Dark Master returns... she will concede. No
  one can resist the temptation... not even the strongest among us.
Spyro: I dont believe that.
The Chronicler: Spyro, let me tell you another story.
Sparx: Oooh, oooh, oooh! Can I pick the story this time?
The Chronicler: There was once a dragon, long ago, whose raw power
  was far greater than anyone had ever seen or... could imagine. At
  first, he mastered fire... which was odd because he was not a fire
  dragon. Then came ice and wind... and other abilities none not
  possible. Is this story sounding familiar?
Spyro: It was a purple dragon... like me.
The Chronicler: The first purple dragon... In the beginning, he was
  encouraged... and secrets of elemental mastery were passed onto him
  willingly by the elders. But his power... was limitless... it knew
  no boundary. He consumed... everything. When he would not stop, he
  was cast into exile. And from his new fortress within the mountain,
  he built an army... not of dragons, but of apes... and taught them
  to artificially harness the power of the gems... Our life force.
Spyro: Youre talking about the Dark Master...
The Chronicler: Yes. And in his dark seclusion, the sheer weight of
  his malice cracked the very foundation of the mountain, splitting
  the earth, creating a pit of despair... Where the lost souls of
  this world could reside.
Spyro: The Well of Souls!
The Chronicler: ...created by the very beast who now seeks to escape
  it.

Gaul: So... the traitor returns!
Cynder: You cant go through with this Gaul!
Gaul: Hahaha! Nothing can prevent this. We are merely here to welcome
  our Master back into the realm and join him at his side. But fear
  not Cynder... Youve been such a faithful servant, Im sure hell
  take you back... And if not, you will have the honor of being the
  first to perish by his hand. Long have we waited! Long have we
  suffered! But soon, our Master will return... and his coming shall
  bring forth a new age of power for the Apes... and we shall have
  our revenge!

Sparx: [Seeing a giant hourglass] Ooooh... whats this?... I think
  its a magic wishing lamp. [whispers] Hello? Genie? You in there?
Spyro: This is incredible! The entire history of the dragon race...
  It looks like its all here.
The Chronicler: [offscreen] It is. Well, most of it.
Sparx: [in awe] Did you hear that? It spoke to me!
The Chronicler: The records in this hall date back to the beginning
  of time... nearly.
Spyro: The Chronicler!
The Chronicler: Yes, Spyro... It is I... And Ive been waiting for
  you.
Sparx: Oh, well... I hope we didnt keep you waiting too long. We got
  a little held up back there... with the uh... well, you know...
  Riddles Of Doom!
The Chronicler: It was a necessary evil. I had to be sure, Spyro.

Farah: [after the Prince helped her to proceed] Thank you, Prince.
The Prince: Of course. The problem is, now *I* am trapped.
The Dark Prince: Just like a woman. Solving *her* problems creates a
  new one for you.
Farah: Allow me to return the favor, then.
[Farah she shoots a bell down with an arrow so the Prince can climb
  out]
The Prince: You were saying?
The Dark Prince: Go on then.

Mahasti: Your journey will not end well!
The Prince: If I had sands for every time someone said that to me...
[the Prince collects some sands of time]
The Prince: Oh, apparently I do!

Farah: What is your favorite color?
The Prince: Color?
Farah: Shall I repeat the question?
The Prince: Blue.
The Dark Prince: Blue? Thats not my favorite color.
The Prince: What is the point of this?
Farah: Must every conversation we have be so serious? I know so
  little about you.
The Prince: Very well, then what is your favorite food?
Farah: The pomegranate, of course.
The Prince: I do not like pomegranates.
Farah: What is wrong with you?
The Prince: Theyre messy, impossible to eat with dignity. SO much
  work for a few small seeds.
Farah: But isnt it the effort that makes them that much sweeter?
The Dark Prince: I think Im going to be sick.

The Prince: Why then is this happening to me?
The Dark Prince: You have been infected by the Sands of Time, as I am
  sure you have noticed. Maybe its the dagger, maybe its all the
  time you spent amongst the Sands, or [chuckles] amongst the
  Empress. Either way, you are resisting it. Mostly.
The Prince: Mostly?
The Dark Prince: You did just transform into something rather...
  unique. So I think the word is quite appropriate. [sighs] Think of
  it this way: you have been given a gift. Youre stronger, faster...
The Prince: Uglier.
The Dark Prince: Now, now...
The Prince: That explains the transformation. But who are you?
The Dark Prince: Have you not realized? I am your untapped potential,
  your unrealized dreams. I am part of you.
The Prince: I’m... You are inside of me?

Farah: The Dagger of Time. How did you come to posses that?
The Dark Prince: Here we go again.
The Prince: I took it, from the Vizier.
Farah: That traitor. He killed my father, enslaved my people,
  imprisoned me. And all in the name of becoming some kind of god.
The Prince: I know too well what he is capable of, but I intend to
  find him, and punish him for what he has done to my kingdom.
Farah: *You* are the son of Sharaman, the Prince of Persia?
The Prince: And you are the daughter of the Maharajah. We both seek
  the same thing. Perhaps we should journey together.
Farah: Perhaps. Provided you can keep up.
The Dark Prince: I grow tired of her little tests.
The Prince: It is simply her way. I assure you she will prove a
  valuable ally.

[the Dark Prince tries to transport himself through a Sand Portal,
  but the sand is absorbed by the Dagger of Time]
The Prince: Wha... Whats happening?
The Dark Prince: [sarcastically] Well, that certainly went according
  to plan, did it not? [sigh] You really should know by now that
  entering portals made of sand only leads to trouble.
The Prince: I will simply have to resort to a more traditional form
  of transportation.
The Dark Prince: Hopefully with greater success.

Robert Watts: We did go over at the end, and we split into three
  units, right at the end, and Gary directed the second unit, and I
  have the distinction of directing the third unit of Star Wars. My
  things were like closeups of R2D2s third foot going down. Nothing
  too dramatic, but thats how we finished it.

Mark Hamill: The things that stick in my mind and make me laugh were,
  like, memos worried about whether or not the Wookie should have
  pants. Theyre looking at this thing and saying, "Couldnt he have
  some lederhosen?" This is great. Of all the things to worry about,
  the Wookie has no pants.

Farah: My love... please dont leave me...
Prince: What did you call me?
Farah: It doesnt matter, help me reach the tower of dawn.
Prince: Of course the Hourglass, all right but this time stay with
  me, i cant spend all day chasing after you!

[last lines]
[Sonic pops out of The Adventures of Sonic book]
Sonic the Hedgehog: Every story must end, even this one but its no
  fairy tale to say see ya soon for more Adventures of Sonic the
  Hedgehog. [winks at camera]

[Strong Bad shows Marzipan a coloring book of Teen Girl Squad meeting
  Limozeen, which he had embellished]
Strong Bad: Looky here, Marzipan.
Marzipan: Whats this? Oh my, whats Limozeen doing to those... Oh,
  thats not nice! Gimme that! [she snatches the book from him,
  crumples it and throws it away]
Marzipan: I get very upset when I see women being exploited in the
  media, even if it IS a poorly-drawn coloring book.
Strong Bad: Poorly-drawn?

[Strong Bad is playing a Limozeen video game on his Fun Machine, but
  it starts malfunctioning to the extent of smoking]
Strong Bad: Aw, crapcakes! Not again! I just sprayed three cans of 4W
  DD in the cartridge slot this morning. Looks like Ill have to take
  it to the only fully-licensed videlextrician in town: Bubs. Dont
  worry, my poor broken Fun Machine, Bubsll fix you up, better than
  new. [He picks up the Fun Machine and carries it off]

Strong Bad: Hey, Bubs, why dont YOU enter my Battle of the Bands?
Bubs: Cause Im not in a band anymore, and battles give me gas!
Strong Bad: What happened to you and Coach Zs band?
Bubs: [showing an album for Two-O Duo, which Strong Bad takes] You
  mean Two-O Duo? We broke up when Coach Z went soft. Our songs used
  to be about stickin it to the man... and kickin it to The
  Cheat... [Flashback to Bubs and Coach Z taking turns kicking The
  Cheat between them]
The Cheat: [between kicks] Meh!
Coach Z: [rapping] My name is Coach Z, and Bubs is my cohort. So put
  on your Cheat kickers, and lets kick-a The Chort! [Flashback back
  to Bubs talking to Strong Bad]
Bubs: But now all he does is obsess over Marzipan and sleep in a
  locker. No, the Two-O-Duo is through-o until Coach Z starts acting
  like an O.G.

Strong Bad: [putting a record called "Food-Related Love" on a record
  player] And now, a moldy oldie from the Pomarino himself! [music
  plays while Homestar sings and Strong Bad helps out using different
  foods]
Homestar Runner: [singing] Girl, we got a food-related love. And it
  makes me wanna sing! Its a hot n tangy feeling, kinda like a...
  like a buffalo wing! Bleu cheese or ranch. We can dine in, or we
  can take it to go. Our food-related love makes me all tipsy, kinda
  queasy, like a... like a pint of merlot! I used to think it was
  mer-lot, until you told me it was not. And when we food-related
  kiss, it never food-related fails. Our lips are slimy, juicy, like
  a... like these hot buttered snails! Sooo nasty. Theyre so gross,
  and buttery, and they move so slow. Theyre just like me, girl. The
  way I move across the dance floor. Our love is related to food, and
  you know that its true. Its warm and bubbly too, just like a...
  umm... like a... hang on girl, gimme a minute... just like a pot of
  fonduuuuuue! [falsetto] Just like a pot of fondue! [normal voice]
  Ohhh, fondue is related to food. In fact, I think it might be a
  food. Ohhh, fondue. Its so warm and its gooey. [stops singing]
  Fonduey. So truey. [Pom Pom bubbles in applause] Great? Me? Oh,
  pshaw!

[Strong Bads band, DÖI, has sabotaged the other bands in the Battle
  Royale of the Bands, and is about to rock]
Strong Bad: All right, expensive ticket holders! Are you ready to be
  musically, sonically and, if all goes according to plan, physically
  assaulted?
[Bubs, Coach Z, Marzipan and Homestar, all members of other bands in
  the contest, all stare at him]
Strong Bad: Hmm, tough crowd... of people in bands I just sabotaged.

John Connor: By the time Skynet became self-aware it had spread into
  millions of computer servers across the planet. Ordinary computers
  in office buildings, dorm rooms; everywhere. It was software; in
  cyberspace. There was no system core; it could not be shutdown. The
  attack began at 6:18 PM, just as he said it would. Judgment Day,
  the day the human race was almost destroyed by the weapons theyd
  built to protect themselves. I should have realized it was never
  our destiny to stop Judgment Day, it was merely to survive it,
  together. The Terminator knew; he tried to tell us, but I didnt
  want to hear it. Maybe the future has been written. I dont know;
  all I know is what the Terminator taught me; never stop fighting.
  And I never will. The battle has just begun.

Terminator: We must reaquire Katherine Brewster.
John Connor: Why? What makes her so goddamn important?
Terminator: Through her, you make contact with remnants of the U.S.
  military and learn how to fight Skynet, forming the core of the
  Resistance. Later your children will become important.
John Connor: Whoa. What?
Terminator: Shes your wife.

John Connor: Tell her who I am.
Terminator: John Connor is the leader of the worldwide resistance and
  last hope for mankind.

John Connor: What is your mission?
Terminator: To... ensure the survival... of John Connor... and
  Katherine Brewster.
John Connor: You are about to fail that mission.

[first lines]
John Connor: [voiceover] The future has not been written. There is no
  fate but what we make for ourselves. I wish I could believe that.
  My name is John Connor, they tried to murder me before I was born,
  when I was 13 they tried again. Machines from the future.
  Terminators. All my life my mother told me the storm was coming,
  Judgment Day, the beginning of the war between man and machines.
  Three billion lives would vanish in an instant, and I would lead
  what was left of the human race to ultimate victory. It hasnt
  happened, no bombs fell, computers didnt take control, we stopped
  Judgment Day. I should feel safe, but I dont, so I live off the
  grid - no phone, no address, no one and nothing can find me. Ive
  erased all connections to the past, but as hard as I try I cant
  erase my dreams, my nightmares.

Angry Man: [John Connor just rear-ended him] Son of a bitch.
  Goddamit. Look what you did to my car. This is my company car,
  asshole. Get your ass out here. Get your ass out of the car now.
[John tries to start his car]
Angry Man: What are you doing? If you dont have insurance, Im gonna
  rip your balls off.
Kate Brewster: Help. Im being kidnapped.
Angry Man: Whats going on here? Whos back there?
John Connor: I...
Angry Man: Shut up.

Terminator: Your levity is good, it relieves tension and the fear of
  death.