Well, That's An Evil Smile.

"so You Have Your Price."... "your Soul For A Cookie."

Not Saving You From This Storm, Mutant,” He Said. “saving You For Your Later Fate, We Are.” His Voice Was Weirdly Inflected And Metallic, Like An Automated Answering Machine. “oh, Good. Yoda Captured Us,” Fang Whispered.

You...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!

Angel: What's Sauerkraut? Max: You Don't Want It. Trust Me.

Can I Come In? No! I'm In A Towel! I'm Blind!