Post by leadershrimp on Oct 1, 2005 16:04:33 GMT -5
Hilarious Invader Zim quotes for Zim fans. ^_^
Dib: What about his horrible green head?
Zim: INSOLENT SCHOOLBOY - it's a skin condition.
Dib: [to Class] And he's got no ears! Is that part of your skin condition, Zim? No ears?
Zim: Yes.
[Zim steals all the kids organs excepts Dibs]
Dib: I suppose you've got a heart in there?
Zim: Six of them.
Dib: Intestines?
Zim: Large or small?
Dib: Spleen?
Zim: In six different colors.
[Zim is inside Dib's body]
Zim: At this very moment I'm in a microscopic submersible somewhere in your disgusting belly attached to your arm control nerve.
Dib: Arm control nerve?
Zim: Yes, arm control nerve.
Dib: In my belly?
Zim: Yes.
Dib: Humans don't have arm control nerves.
Zim: Do not question me! I control your arms!
Zim: There! That should be wide enough.
Dib: What about me? How do I get back?
Zim: Good question! BUT I DON'T CARE!
[Zim's telescope is malfunctioning]
Zim: Gir! Come to the observatory!
[Gir's head pops out of ceiling]
Gir: Yeees?
Zim: What have you done to the telescope?
Gir: Nothin'...
Zim: You haven't touched it? Something is broken and it's not your fault?
Gir: I know, I'm scared too!
Dib: [gasping] Sorry I'm late... horrible... nightmare visions!
Ms. Bitters: It's called life, Dib. Now sit down.
Zim: You can't escape by teleporter, little Gaz. I cut the power! Your pitiful attempt to escape is nothing but a PITIFUL FAILURE! Stupid, stinking humans!
Gaz: Doesn't this spaceship have any escape pods?
Zim: Of course; they're right over there.
Ms. Bitters: Children, your performance in the school fundraiser was pathetic. Your parents will receive phone calls instructing them to love you less.
Zim: I've had it with your nonsense spread by your filthy mouth filled with... corn!
Dib: But I haven't eaten any corn.
Zim: LIAR!
Zim: GIR! What are you doing?
Gir: I made mashed po-ta-toes!
Zim: Yes... and muffins...
Ms. Bitters: Zim!
Zim: Sir!
Ms. Bitters: There's a pigeon on your head. You have headpigeons. Get to the nurse before they spread to the rest of the children.
Dib: Ms. Bitters, I think a pencil is lodged in my brain. Can I go to the nurse?
Ms. Bitters: How far in your brain?
Dib: [looks at nose] Pretty far.
Zim: Fool! You think I would share the cure with you? I'll find a cure and keep it all to myself, and then watch you transform more and more into what you are deep down in your heart!
Dib: Deep down, I'm baloney?
Zim: ...yes.
Dib: That's just dumb.
Zim: Dumb like a moose, Dib. Dumb like a moose!
Dib: What about his horrible green head?
Zim: INSOLENT SCHOOLBOY - it's a skin condition.
Dib: [to Class] And he's got no ears! Is that part of your skin condition, Zim? No ears?
Zim: Yes.
[Zim steals all the kids organs excepts Dibs]
Dib: I suppose you've got a heart in there?
Zim: Six of them.
Dib: Intestines?
Zim: Large or small?
Dib: Spleen?
Zim: In six different colors.
[Zim is inside Dib's body]
Zim: At this very moment I'm in a microscopic submersible somewhere in your disgusting belly attached to your arm control nerve.
Dib: Arm control nerve?
Zim: Yes, arm control nerve.
Dib: In my belly?
Zim: Yes.
Dib: Humans don't have arm control nerves.
Zim: Do not question me! I control your arms!
Zim: There! That should be wide enough.
Dib: What about me? How do I get back?
Zim: Good question! BUT I DON'T CARE!
[Zim's telescope is malfunctioning]
Zim: Gir! Come to the observatory!
[Gir's head pops out of ceiling]
Gir: Yeees?
Zim: What have you done to the telescope?
Gir: Nothin'...
Zim: You haven't touched it? Something is broken and it's not your fault?
Gir: I know, I'm scared too!
Dib: [gasping] Sorry I'm late... horrible... nightmare visions!
Ms. Bitters: It's called life, Dib. Now sit down.
Zim: You can't escape by teleporter, little Gaz. I cut the power! Your pitiful attempt to escape is nothing but a PITIFUL FAILURE! Stupid, stinking humans!
Gaz: Doesn't this spaceship have any escape pods?
Zim: Of course; they're right over there.
Ms. Bitters: Children, your performance in the school fundraiser was pathetic. Your parents will receive phone calls instructing them to love you less.
Zim: I've had it with your nonsense spread by your filthy mouth filled with... corn!
Dib: But I haven't eaten any corn.
Zim: LIAR!
Zim: GIR! What are you doing?
Gir: I made mashed po-ta-toes!
Zim: Yes... and muffins...
Ms. Bitters: Zim!
Zim: Sir!
Ms. Bitters: There's a pigeon on your head. You have headpigeons. Get to the nurse before they spread to the rest of the children.
Dib: Ms. Bitters, I think a pencil is lodged in my brain. Can I go to the nurse?
Ms. Bitters: How far in your brain?
Dib: [looks at nose] Pretty far.
Zim: Fool! You think I would share the cure with you? I'll find a cure and keep it all to myself, and then watch you transform more and more into what you are deep down in your heart!
Dib: Deep down, I'm baloney?
Zim: ...yes.
Dib: That's just dumb.
Zim: Dumb like a moose, Dib. Dumb like a moose!
