The Doctor: ...And how am I gonna react when I see this? *lifts his arm dramatically* A grrreat, big, threatening *button*. A great, big, threatening *button* which must not be pressed under any circumstances, am I right? Looks like some sort of control matrix. But what's powering it? Blood?
[tastes red liquid]
The Doctor: Yep, blood. Human blood. A-positive... with just a dash of iron. Agh... But that means... Oh, blood control. Blood control! Oh, I haven't seen blood control for
years! *sighs nostalgically* You're controlling all the A-positives. Which leaves us with a great, big, stinking problem, 'cause...I don't know who I am. I don't know when to stop. So if I see a great, big, threatening *button* which must never ever EVER be pressed...I just wanna this.
[slams button]From Doctor Who, "The Christmas Invasion". One of the best moments of the entire series, and probably one of the biggest doses of David Tennant hilarity in his whole time as the Doctor.
Countless lines from The Princess Bride:
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
Inigo: That Vizzini, he can
fuss.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss...I think he likes to scream
at us.
Inigo: Probably he means no
harm.
Fezzik: He's really very short on...
charm.
Inigo: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that!
Inigo: Fezzik! Are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we'll all be dead!
Vizzini: No more rhymes, now I mean it!
Fezzik: Anybody wanna peanut?
Vizzini:
Gahh!
Prince Humperdinck: First things first. *draws his sword* To the death!
Westley: NO! To the pain.
Prince Humperdinck: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase...
Westley: I'll explain, and I'll use small words, so that you'll be sure to understand, you miserable warthog-faced buffoon.
Prince Humperdinck: *takes a breath* ...that might be the first time a man has
dared insult me.
Westley: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands, at the wrists. Next your nose.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my tongue, I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I do not intend to duplicate tonight. *begins to advance*
Westley: I wasn't finished! The next thing you'll lose will be your left eye, followed by your right.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my ears, I understand, let's get
on with it!
Westley: WRONG! Your ears you'll keep, and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears.
That is what "to the pain" means: it means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Prince Humperdinck: I think you're bluffing.
Westley: It's possible, pig. It's conceivable, you miserable vomitous mass. I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. Then again...perhaps I have the strength after all. *stands up, very slowly, and lifts his sword to point directly at Humperdinck*
Drop. Your. Sword.
Oh, I could go on...

But I won't, for the sake of keeping my post relatively short.