Lobo

Alien:
Hey, watch it! What are you trying to do, take my head off? [Lobo arrives and shoots the alien’s head]

Lobo:
Don’t mind if I do!

Lobo:
First, he cheats on the bet. Then, he trashes my Spaz. Huh. I’ll save this much for old Sunny Jim. He’s got balls. Can’t wait to see what they look like in his ears.

Lobo:
Drag the Main Man on a wild geek chase to the Interstellar Managers Planet? By the time I get done with Sunny Jim, he’ll be in so many pieces, he’ll be painted red all over the Galaxy!

Lobo:
Feetal’s Gizz! Now I’m pissed! Wait a fragging minute, ‘Bo. You’re going at this all wrong.

Lobo:
Not enough executive experience, my opponent says. A vote for Lobo and-Frag this! This is crap! Let’s cut the bullshit in this fucking place. You jackasses and assholes don’t give a shit about issues! Stop it, fucking bastitches! Kiss my hairy infested ass! All you jackoffs want is a guy who looks fucking good on TV! [the cameraman’s head explodes] Fuck this! The end you’ve been waiting for. [He moons at the camera]

Lobo:
That’s some tapeworm! Yo, snake bitch! I’m looking for a guy from Porkas-8. Name’s Mudboy.

Snake:
[Burps] What are you, a cop?

Lobo:
Yeah, right. I’m a skip tracer and this tracking gizmo says you’re the skip. [the Snake eats Lobo’s arm] Hey!

Snake:
Porkans are swine wines! [Lobo’s arm grows back] What do I look like to you?

Lobo:
My Johnson with Herpes!