THE TICK: Our precious institutions stand as the pilliard embodiments of our values and security. But when the cosmic truths we held so dear become unreliable, even a superhero's mightiest tummy will bloat with agitated butterflies.

THE TICK: Our precious institutions stand as the pilliard embodiments of our values and security. But when the cosmic truths we held so dear become unreliable, even a superhero's mightiest tummy will bloat with agitated butterflies.
ARTHUR: John… Wu?
WALTER: Yes.
THE TICK: Walter is… not a Walter?
WALTER: No.
THE TICK: My feet don't feel so good.
TY RATHBONE: Hobbes.
HOBBES: Yes, sir?
TY RATHBONE: Change her status and you pull her out of the cryptid file.
ARTHUR: D-Does this mean you're going to start treating her like a person?
HOBBES: Indeed.
THE TICK: Rights on!
ARTHUR: Jesus. God, can't you knock?
OVERKILL: And give up the element of surprise?
ARTHUR: Yes. Give that up.
THE TICK (leaving Arthur's apartment): Good-bye, room. Good-bye, hole in the room.
DOT: Just dropped by to give you this. (puts Overkill's gun on the table)
OVERKILL: Shakira!
DOT: Did you just call your gun 'Shakira'?
OVERKILL: No.
OVERKILL (on Karamazof): Where is he? He could tell us everything.
ARTHUR: He- he punched me in the crotch and then ran away.
THE TICK: Seems like an odd way of saying thank you.
Greetings chums! Here's a reminder during this weekend's nor'easter to not leave your cakes out in the rain.
Oh no! 🎂 ⛈️
THE TERROR: Well if it isn't the Flag Five. What are you waiting for? My virus ate their eyes. They're all blind.
THE TICK: Hey Arthur! Come See this!
(lobster babies trilling quietly)
THE TICK: Kevin got them a night-light.
TINFOIL KEVIN: I thought it would make them feel more at home.
(lobsters purring)
THE TICK: I am The Tick. I am a superhero. I will be defending the defenceless in the area, henceforth.
THE TICK: Oh, come on, chum!
ARTHUR: Chum? Chum is the meat that they chop up and throw to the sharks.
THE TICK: And also a good, good friend.
SUPERIAN: Can you read my mind? Do you know what it is that you do to me? You don't know who I am. I'm just a friend from another star. Here you are, holding hands with a god.
DANGERBOAT: Good morning, Arthur.
ARTHUR: Oh! Uh… good morning, Dangerboat.
DANGERBOAT: Oh, you look a little stressed. Did you not sleep well on Dangertable?
ARTHUR: Uh, well, considering Dangertable's a… a table, not-not great, no.
RAMSES IV: Hello, Lint.
MS. LINT: What's with the Hazmat guys?
RAMSES IV: What's with all the failure?
RAMSES IV: Oh, my God. I've got Meningitis now. I-I can feel it.
OVERKILL: Relax. I just gave you a shot of Sodium Amber Thiessen.
DANGERBOAT: So you're there, back inside AEGIS. What's it like?
OVERKILL: I got to say, it, uh… (sighs) It's pretty good.
THE TICK: You're afraid, Hobbes, that's all! It's the only thing you know because your truth is fear!
HOBBES (to a mind-controlled Lobstercules): More choking please.
THE TICK (after getting shot with a small rocket launcher): Impolite!
DR. KARAMAZOV: Despondent, I began to wander the wilderness. As they say in my country, I didn't know whether to yodel or jump of the mountain. I chose yodel. The mountain chose avalanche.
THE TICK: Avalanche. The deuce you say.