"Interested? It's the real thing, of course. Thousands of mewling, mortal babies went into the making of the stuff."
—Vrishika, describing the nature of the "Baby Oil" she's selling, Planescape: Torment
Waiter: Sir? Lt. Frank Drebin: Gimme the strongest thing you got.
[Waiter brings over a greased-up muscle man. Drebin flounders] Lt. Frank Drebin: Uh... on second thought, how about a black Russian?
Waiter: Very well sir. [raises eyebrow, looks at camera, shakes head and walks off]
Monster in the Darkness: Are you sure I can't just eat one of the short ones? I'm so hungry! Xykon: Tell you what, we'll stop at the first village we see and get you a Kid's Meal. Monster in the Darkness: Ooooh! Will it have a toy surprise?
