Pinky And The Brain Quotes Novels & Stories

Charlie shook his head and said indifferently, “It’s useless for others to bite, but it will work if she bites on her middle finger.” “How strange…” Quinn was puzzled and asked, “People have similar psychological structures, so why would it save her life if she bit on her middle finger, yet it wouldn’t work for others?” Charlie had a mysterious smile on his face as he said, “The mysteries of heaven should not be revealed.” After saying that, Charlie immediately admonished her, “You should not be asking so many questions anymore, okay? Focus on driving!” Quinn stuck her tongue out at him. “Alright, then…”

*I slapped my face in embarrassment* Why did you tell him that Quinlee? Smells Jealous? * ._.* tsk."Eh, why? Aren't you jealous? Eh? Even if you don't admit it, you're obviously jealous, fool!" My brain said. "What !? No! Psh! Jealousy !? Why should I be jealous?" Said another of my brains."Even if you don't admit it, you're obviously falling for the man you're talking about. That's what you can do." said the other side of my brains. Annoying! why is my brain arguing ?! Does the brain have its own brain ?! how many brains is the brain ?! Tsk! I wrap the towel around my wet body and I'm about to go out of the bathroom, Maybe Zik has come down to the kitchen, maybe he's eating now, I'll just g

Is he indirectly trying to mock us because only The ballisters fountain is made of gold? Shit, We should have just stolen that before leaving, i mean, we are already in the black book. “Aren't we there yet?” Paine complained and I passed him a glare over my shoulders. “Darn dick, you of all people should know that we aren't there yet! It's not like you haven't been to my room before!” I snapped and he Stroked his chin. “Really? I have? Then why don't I remember? Ohh, must probably be because I don't keep unimportant things in my brain, I think that's also why I forgot your birthday!” He said and my eyes widened immediately.

"And if you really want to talk, then come in front of me and let me see your face!" ~HE HE HE HE, IF YOU WANT TO SEE MY FACE, YOU CAN JUST TURN AROUND. I LOOK EXACTLY LIKE YOUR FATHER.~ "I can't bend my neck, I have 'Cerebral Palsy'! Leave me alone, you bastard." ~HE HE HE, DO YOU LIKE RIDDLES? I HAVE MANY RIDDLES~ "No, I don't!" ~HE...HE... HE...~ ~THAT MIGHT BE BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT GOOD AT THEM~

"I'm just surprised with you, maybe at a time like this you still care about eating. Even though you yourself said that we are not safe now! ” “Ck… ck… ckk, there is a saying. Fill your stomach first, then your brain can work. There's no way you can fight ghosts, demons and some kind of satan if you don't have the slightest bit of energy. You could have died before you fought. You idiot. ”

His mind was working hard, trying to fathom a means to solve the problem. It was Emily who spoke next, she signed at the same time. They all turned to face her. “We need to be logical,” Emily signed. “Think it through.” Elmo pointed at Lucas. “You mean, as in using our brain? That’s gonna hurt, right?” Emily rolled her eyes. “I take back the ‘Joker’ accolade. That was pretty bad.” He winked at her. “Must try harder. It’s about the only thing I remember off my report cards.”

Please. He looks me straight in the eye with a mischievous smile as he says, “Sure, I don’t mind. Three heads are better than one.” “Are you saying my brain doesn’t count?” I ask accusingly. He ignores me, extending a hand to Victor. Victor takes it and winces at the immediate contact as if he has been stung. He covers it up with a smile.

“Is it from Harry Potter?” A split-second look that’s half-impatient and half-disgusted passes over Ms. Perfect’s face. They’ve been going back and forth over her Double Vision Board for more than a month now. “What? Noooo. It’s a quote Sigmund Freud used in the beginning of his book The Interpretation of Dreams. It translates to: 'If I cannot deflect the will of heaven, then I shall move hell.'”

I bit my lips, not to laugh out loud. “I know what that is,” curly-boy exclaimed, like a toddler in Jeopardy. “It’s when the words and letters jump around, making it difficult to read and write, right?” “Give the boy a medal,” I grinned. “So if you’re hoping I’m here to help you, you’re wrong! I’ll be sucking on your brain like a leach!” “Zombie,” the girl with the glasses said, patting the seat next to her and motioning me to sit down. “They’re the ones who eat brains.”

I began to laugh, remembering the talk, "what's the big deal?" "What's the big deal?" Elisabeth gaped at me and I raised an eyebrow. "I just made a harmless statement," I shrugged as I turned my back to her and started walking away from her. "Sarafina, are you crazy? Quentin is the most powerful person that I know and I've never seen him looking so, so-..." She stopped, zooming past my face and stopped a few inches away from my nose, "how...how did you do that?" She asked me, her voice suddenly a whisper as she looked at me in amazement.