Space Ghost: I'll be dead long before you were born and I'll be dead long before you'll be dead.
Zorak: I am the Lone Locust of the apocalypse. Think of me when you look to the night sky.
Space Ghost: I have a giant brain that is able to reduce any complex machine into a simple yes or no answer.
Space Ghost: Oh boy, the Shatner's really hit the fan now. I'm up Dawson's Creek without a paddle.
[watching 60s cartoon of himself]
Space Ghost: Those stupid kids, why did I even bother?
Space Ghost: I'll spank you smartly with my spank ray.
[singing the Twelve Days of Christmas]
[a horribly failed attempt at the Twelve Days of Christmas]
Council of Doom: On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
Black Widow: Leonard Nimoy Sings!
Tansut: Four quesadillas!
Lokar: Three reruns of "What's Happening!"
Metallus: Two plus eight is ten.
Brak: Hi, my name is Braaaak!
Space Ghost: Enough! That was pitiful!
Space Ghost: Bears are Crazy. They'll bite your head if you're wearing a steak on it.
Space Ghost: I saw a yard gnome once. It didn't scare me!
[wearing large wig]
Zorak: What? This is my natural head of hair.
[Space Ghost and Moltar are holding a dinner murder mystery]
Space Ghost: Now, what about these beans?
Moltar: Those must've fallen out of my hair.
Moltar: Well, you're just making all this (bleep) up!
Moltar: Oh, what, you're the only one that gets to make (bleep) up?
Moltar: Those are part of the dinner.
Space Ghost: No they're not. They're part of the plot.
Moltar: They were on the menu.
Space Ghost: Murder is on the menu.
Brak: Space Ghost... I think I'm pregnant.
Space Ghost: Dames are like mustard: they taste great on a sandwich. But when you're not eating a sandwich... they just sit there in the fridge... on a shelf... in a jar... labeled... mustard.
Space Ghost: Welcome back, stupid viewers! You'll watch anything! Go ahead, change the channel. You'll be back!
Zorak: Hey! You took my soul!
Zorak: Vengence is the refuge of the weak.
Space Ghost: Did you just call me a monkey?