Quotes

The Brain: This is the earth. And this is Pinky. You can tell the difference quite easily. One is a lump of inert matter hurtling blindly through the void. The other... is the earth.

The Brain: We're going to a place where the sun never sets, the size of your wallet matters, and actors and actresses slave all day.

Pinky: We're going to Denny's?

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so Brain... but do I really need 2 tongues?

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so, Brain, but if they called them "sad meals" no one would buy them.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so, Brain, but how are we going to make pencils that taste like bacon? Or maybe we should make bacon that tastes like pencils. Narf.

The Brain: Yes, finally! The Happy Sappy Children of Many Lands ride! Where cheering music will spread the message that a mouse should rule the world!

Pinky: Oh no, Brain. Narf! You're thinking of that other park in Orlando.

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so Brain, but burlap chafes me so.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so Brain, but Zero Mostel times anything will still give you Zero Mostel.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so Brain, but... Kevin Costner with an English accent? I dunno.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: Well, I think so Brain, but isn't Regis Philbin already married?

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so Brain, but pants with horizontal stripes make me look chubby.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: Um... I think so, Brain, but what if the chicken won't wear the nylons?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Pinky?

Pinky: Wha, I think so Brain, but - *snort* No, no, it's too stupid.

The Brain: We will disguise ourselves as a cow.

Pinky: Narf. That was it *exactly*.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so Brain, but if Jimmy cracked corn, and no one cares, why does he keep doing it?

The Brain: Quiet Pinky, I'm getting ready for tomorrow night.

Pinky: Why? What are we going to do tomorrow night?

The Brain: [Irritated] Guess!

Pinky: Oh, try to take over the world, right.

[Pinky's film about World Domination is ruined]

The Brain: Come, Pinky, we must prepare for tomorrow night.

Pinky: Why? What are we going to do tomorrow night.

The Brain: Same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take

[the film slows down and rips apart]

Singers: They're Dinky, They're Pinky and the Brain Brain Brain Brain Brain.

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: Woof, oh, I'd have to say the odds of that are terribly slim, Brain.

The Brain: True.

Pinky: I mean, really, when have I ever been pondering what you've been pondering?

The Brain: To my knowledge, never.

Pinky: Exactly. So, what are the chances that this time, I'm pondering what you're pondering?

The Brain: Next to nil.

Pinky: Well, that's exactly what I'm thinking, too.

The Brain: Therefore, you ARE pondering what I'm pondering.

Pinky: Poit, I guess I am.

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so, Brain, but if we get "Sam spayed," we'll never have any puppies.

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so, Brain, but me and Pippi Longstocking... I mean, what would the children look like?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: Well, I think so, Brain, but if Jimmy cracks corn, and no one cares, why does he keep doing it?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so Brain, but the Rockettes, it's mostly girls, isn't it?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so, Brain, but can the Gummi Worms really live in peace with the Marshmallow Chicks?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Pinky: I think so, Brain, but if the plural of mouse is mice, wouldn't the plural of spouse be spice?

The Brain: So many levels...

[drools]

The Brain: ahhhhh...

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what... you know.

Pinky: I think so, but... uh... something about a duck.

Big Jake: And they say them UFO things are just pie plates... well, they ARE pie plates. ALIEN pie plates...

The Brain: Hi, I'm Bubba Beau Bob Brain.

[the Brain has made a list of the 5 things needed to be a country singer]

The Brain: Read the list to me, Pinky.

Pinky: Okay. "Cowboy clothes."

The Brain: Check.

Pinky: Southern accent.

The Brain: Check, Y'all.

Pinky: Very good, Brain. "Working-class values."

The Brain: I like beef jerky and the comedy stylings of Gallagher. Check.

Pinky: A name consisting of no less than three words.

The Brain: Just call me Bubba Bo Bob Brain. Check.

Pinky: A height of at least six feet.

The Brain: Che... Drats.

The Brain: We must head to a place where overweight, middle-aged people go to party and throw away money.

Pinky: Capitol Hill?

The Brain: The entire world will beg to bow before me, their charismatic despot.

The Brain: Now throw the switch and let us begin the battle for the planet.

The Brain: Sigmund Freud would have had a field day with you, Pinky.

Pinky: Ah, he liked sports then, did he?

The Brain: Pinky, there are times when I feel I'm bearing my soul to a tube of caulk.

Pinky: Mmm! Caulk!

The Brain: ...And yet I continue.

The Brain: Hurry up, Pinky, If we don't get to Carley Simon's house I'll never know if that song was about me.

Dolly Parton: I'm your biggest fan, what do ya say to that?

The Brain: I'd say puberty was inordinately kind to you.