“My ‘Morning Lotus’ kinda sucks, huh? Well, your ‘Morning Lotus’ really sucks!”
“Yeah, dickhead! That was my mat!”
“Listen, dude, if you don’t want guys looking at your ass, stop wearing those tight little shorts! Capiche?”
“My feet smell like the motherfucking Hulk’s because I am the motherfucking Hulk, wise ass! Got any more bons mots crammed up that purty little mouth of yours?”
“We can settle this outside after I knock you through this motherfucking wall!”
“Yeah, I don’t have to bite your head off, but maybe I want to bite your head off!”
“I’d warn you not to make me angry, but at this point I fear it would be superfluous.”
“Listen, shit for brains. I would kill Superman in a fair fight. Besides which, I am totally immune to kryptonite. So, basically, game over.”
“Yeah, that is my chick! They’re all my chicks!”
“If you can’t tell the difference between Ujjayi Pranayama* and snoring, you sure as hell don’t belong in this studio!”
*Also known as “Conqueror Breath.” The Hulk knows what the Hulk knows.
