Nostalgia Critic: Even Darth Vader would be like, "Dude, you're a fucking ass!"
Davey: Can I sleep in your bed tonight?
Hilly: Sure. Back we go, all warm and safe and toasty.
Nostalgia Critic: I don't like the way he said that. I don't like the way he's snuggling with him either. You know, Maine is sick. You know that, Maine? You're very sick.
Title Card: Funeral services will be held on Alderaan.
Bobbi Anderson: [in film] NO!
Title Card: Okay, Hoth.
Nostalgia Critic: [sung to the tune of "Gilligan's Isle"] The people live in Maine, of course; there's no where else to live, with The Writer! The Alchoholic too! The Adulterer and his whoore! Some dumb rednecks, a disappointing resolution! Here in Stephen King's Maine!
Nostalgia Critic: [as monster in the closet] Zuuul Mother Fucker -
[Davey slams the door on the monster]
Nostalgia Critic: OW. Son of a bitch, ow.
Jim Gardner: [standing near a window] If you remember nothing else in this world, remember this: God hates a coward.
Nostalgia Critic: Well, there's only one dignified way to exit this scene.
[Jim jumps out the window and falls to the ground]
Nostalgia Critic: I'm sorry. I know we're supposed to feel sorry for him, but... that's like the ending to a 'Goofy' cartoon.
[the same clip is shown again, this time with the Goofy yell]