The Secret of Monkey Island: Special Edition (1990 Video Game)
Otis the Prisoner: Oh, come on. Don't be bitter. I'm here to help. Not just for the money.
Guybrush Threepwood: Money?
Carla the Swordmaster: Yeah, we are getting paid for this, right?
Guybrush Threepwood: How appropriate. You fight like a cow.
Carla the Swordmaster: You never did know when to use that one.
Pirate Leader: Do you have any special skills?
Guybrush Threepwood: I can hold my breath for ten minutes!
Stan: I've changed my mind. I can't give her up. You can have your money back. How could I sell something so dear?
[a large part of the ship breaks and falls into the water]
Stan: Then again, a deal's a deal, right? Right. Catch ya later. Good luck. Enjoy. I'm outta here.
LeChuck: You dared come here to confront me!
Guybrush Threepwood: I've just remembered an appointment at the dentist's.
Pirate: You make me want to puke.
Guybrush Threepwood: You make me think somebody already did.
Guybrush Threepwood: Please don't kill me.
LeChuck: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill ye.
Guybrush Threepwood: I'm wired to explode if anyone tries to kill me.
Guybrush Threepwood: That's the second biggest monkey head I've ever seen!
Cannibals: Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see us?
Guybrush Threepwood: [one of three possible last lines] Well, if there's one thing I've learned, it's this: never pay more than 20 dollars for a computer game.
Elaine Marley: What's that?
Guybrush Threepwood: Never mind. I don't know why I said that.
Guybrush Threepwood: Hi, my name's Guybrush Threepwood and I want to be a pirate!
Guybrush Threepwood: Can you tell me the story about this LeChuck guy?
Pirate: LeChuck? He's the guy that went to the Governor's for dinner and never wanted to leave. He fell for her in a big way, but she told him to drop dead. So he did. Then things really got ugly.
Meathook: You've got a real attitude problem!
Guybrush Threepwood: Well... you've got a real hair problem!
Meathook: You just don't know when to quit, do you?
Guybrush Threepwood: Neither did your barber.
Bob the Ghost Pirate: Captain LeChuck... sir... I...
LeChuck: Ah... There's nothin' like the hot winds of hell blowin' in your face.
Bob the Ghost Pirate: No sir... Nothing like it... Ah... Sir... I...
LeChuck: It's days like this that make ye glad to be dead.
Bob the Ghost Pirate: Oh, yes sir... glad to be dead...
LeChuck: Ye are glad to be dead, RIGHT?
Bob the Ghost Pirate: Oh yes sir. I feel so lucky that you happened to capture my ship, then murder me and everyone on board... yes sir... lucky.
LeChuck: Glad to hear it.
LeChuck: [as Fester Shinetop] So long, Mr. Spicecake, or Droopface, or whatever your name is!