Killface quotes from Frisky Dingo

Greetings America! I . . . am . . . Killface. Don't bother flicking your infernal remotes, I've taken over your airwaves. Now, I trust you're all comfy on your tacky sofas from Rooms-to-Go, lots of nibbles close at hand? Well, tuck in! And why not smoke between gobbles? Yes, go for the gusto America! Live like there's no tomorrow, because as far as you squallid lot are concerned, there very much isn't . . . . Behold! [camera switches views to a large contraption] The instrument of your doom! I call it: The Annihilatrix! And when it is completed, a million gigatons of thrust will propel the Earth, directly, into the Sun. So look upon my works ye mighty, and despair.....

Maybe we should ask Trent.

So uh.. heard you went to the doctor and uh... he had a bit of bad news for you, is that right?

[moving Trent's mouth and imitating his voice] Yeah! Turns out I have termites.

[calling out] Sinn!

If you would, please draw a bath for our lovely guest here. And please get this place decorpsed

[to Simon] We can't ever go back to Arizona!

[watching Taqu'il on TV], Can't watch tellie for five seconds without seeing that jibbering hooligan and here I am reduced to ... post cards, the dry hump of marketing strategies.

All right, allright. Let's bring it in. Bring it in. On me. On me. Now look, I'm counting on all of you. There's no yesterday. There's no tomorrow. Forget ant farm keyboard. That's... forget that. I want you to go out there, and take this moment, and make it yours.

[to Simon] I'm so proud of you. We're going to split a half-pint of lager and watch Cinemax all night.

Great! The one person in the world I want to kidnap, and now he's missing!

Piping hot hell in a bloody hatbox!

Barnaby, tell him thank you. [Xander Crews thanks him in a foreign language] Try to make it sound a little sarcastic.

As God is my witness, I will have my revenge on Xander Crews!

[About Xander Crews] Absolute monarch of all bumsnackers.

[To his son Simon] I hate to say it, but frankly, you're becoming something of a liability. You'll never get that hermit crab at this rate.

Oh, the smell of those barbecues. It's like, just put my nose in a saddle. “Mmm, whose saddle is this? That's uncle Taint's. How long's he been ridin' Tex? Oh, pert near three days. Well, let's eat... buddy.”

Wendell, this is the greatest campaign in the history of the wo--

Son of a WHORE!