Sam and Max: Chariots of the Dogs (2008 Video Game)

David Nowlin: Sam

Quotes 

• Sam : What's the word on the street on Bosco's disappearance?

  Flint Paper : I've been making chin music with every pigeon in this burgh, but nobody's singing. Trail's dried up like a hobo's inner thigh.

  Max : How quickly the lingo goes from "colorful" to "gut-churning."

• Sam : Don't worry, Flint. We've got the skills to find whoever kidnapped Bosco.

  Max : I am still President, after all.

  Flint Paper : That may be. But are you a bad enough President to rescue the dude?

• Sam : Thanks for the chat, Stinky.

  Grandpa Stinky : Ah, just go away and die!

  Max : But most of all, thanks for just being you.

• Sam : [examining a button on the mariachis' spaceship]  It says "suck".

  Max : By the looks of this place, somebody's been pushing the *hell* out of it!

• Superball : I can answer any of your questions. Please don't touch anything. I'm Agent Superball.

  Max : Superball?

  Superball : It's a code name, sir. I'm a bouncer. Secret Service humor.

  Sam : In the future, we know a guy who looks just like you, with the same name!

  Superball : I've never seen you before. And there couldn't be another "Agent Superball", sir. The code names are unique.

  Max : Oh, "Superball". I get it!

• Sam : What's a gooey molasses tar cake?

  Grandpa Stinky : It's based on my ancient family recipe. But my proud, knuckle-dragging forefathers never thought to use my secret ingredient!

  Max : The blood of innocents!

  Sam : Nutmeg!

  Grandpa Stinky : You're both wrong! And you're both stupid!

• Sam : Hope you're not still holding a grudge about that tar cake business.

  Grandpa Stinky : I hold on to grudges like a man pushed overboard holds onto a ship's rail, clinging to it with bleeding fingers as the one thing saving him from a fatal plunge into the briny abyss.

  Max : [sniffs]  We missed you, Stinky.