I can speak 17,897 galactic languages an' I got no idea what yer talkin' about!

--Lobo (New Earth)

What's the matter? Ya never seen an archbishop regenerate himself from his own blood before?

--Lobo (New Earth)

I killed every living thing on Czarnia fer fun. I killed Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny an' things that don't even exist, an' so help me, I tried ta follow th' triple-fold path o' peace. I tried my best... but frag me for a bastich, even I got limits!

--Lobo (New Earth)

... He was a feisty little bastich and no mistake. May the blessings of the Triple Fish God be upon his passing and grace him with peace on the Triplefold path. Now let's get goin'.

--Lobo (New Earth)

Hey! Those chains cost money!

--Lobo (New Earth)

Mess with the Main Man and you buy yourself oceans of trouble.

--Lobo (New Earth)

Whoo-OOO! I win again! I always fraggin' win! I fraggin' ask ya -- who's the Main Man?

--Lobo (New Earth)

Those do look like some mighty fine donuts. I'll take some for the road

--Lobo (New Earth)

Heh. That all you got? Cuz I've got a whole other can of WHIP YER ASS comin' yer way, pal!

--Lobo (New Earth)

But before I end all life on this planet, I have a score to settle with you, director Maxim... I'm coming to split your fraggin' skull wide open. And I'll shred any damn, dirty bastich that stands in my way!

--Lobo (New Earth)

Not only am I doing you for free, fella -- I'm gonna kill you in a brand new -- and utterly disgusting -- way!

--Lobo (New Earth)

Foibles? Moi?

--Lobo (New Earth)

Genuflect on this, Creeps!

--Lobo (New Earth)

Feetal's Giz! Not a broad or booze in sight! What kinda God would make this his special place?

--Lobo (New Earth)

What a rush! I ain't had so much fun since I stitched my gandad's eyes shut and sent him walkin' through traffic!

--Lobo (New Earth)

What's wrong? Cat got yer tongue? Cat got yer whole Fraggin' FACE, in fact!?

--Lobo (New Earth)

Cheer up, Draggy! Ya now belong t' a very exclusive club... ain't many guys have had th' good fortune t' watch somebody eat their own fraggin' entrails!

--Lobo (New Earth)

Ya'd better watch out -- ya'd better not cry! Ya'd better not pout, I'm tellin' ya why -- Santa 'Bo is comin' to town!

--Lobo (New Earth)

Main man, my ass.

--Lobo (New Earth)

Well, hey there. Got milk?

--Lobo (New Earth)

You are so dead. So dead. So dead.

--Lobo (New Earth)

I got one whole heap o' pent-up anger an' frustrated rage just a-beggin' fer a few friendly faces to frag!

--Lobo (New Earth)

Wrong Fraggin' Answer, Butt-Hole! "FEETAL'S GIZZ'!"

--Lobo (New Earth)

Feetal's Gizz, I needed that! BRU-UPPP!

--Lobo (New Earth)

Y'know, I sometimes wonder what happened t' th' universe. Like, how'd everythin' get so goody-fraggin'-goody?

--Lobo (New Earth)

But forewarned is Fore-Fraggin'-Armed, right?

--Lobo (New Earth)

Nothin' like two pounds O' plasteek fer bringin' matters to a head! Hyuk! Hyuk!

--Lobo (New Earth)

Most expensive meal I ever fraggin ate! But lets cut this crap an you gimme the ten mill ya owe me, huh, Bunsen, YA GEEK?

--Lobo (New Earth)

BLOW IT OUT YER BUTT, CREEP! I FRAGGED MY MOTHER AFORE SHE EVER TOLD ME ANYTHIN'!" "IZZATAFACT NOW...YA LOUD-MOUTHED BASTICH!"

--Lobo (New Earth)

CALLIN' ALL HEROES SIMPS! YER PALS IS CROAKED! WHO'S FRAGGIN' NEXT?!

--Lobo (New Earth)

"OUTTA MY WAY YA INDIGENOUS FRAGGIN' DWEEB! TH' MAIN MAN'S ON BIG-BUCK BIZNESS...AN' I AIN'T TAKIN' PRISONERS!"

--Lobo (New Earth)

Feetal's Gizz , Good Buddies! I just love a happy fraggin' endin'!

--Lobo (New Earth)

I ain't no fraggin' hero. I'm th' main man. I booze. I womanize. I swear. An' I beat th' living crap outta anybody I fraggin' feel like.

--Lobo (New Earth)

Did anyone ever tell you how you glow when you're angry? I'll bet that's how you looked the first time you ever -- that's assuming of course that you ever lost your... innocence.

--Lobo (New Earth)

Dream on, Quartz-Butt! I'm not gonna sit around bored outta my skull watchin' you losers mope!

--Lobo (New Earth)

Ya psycho bastich! Ya just doused my romantic flame!

--Lobo (New Earth)

If yer askin' if those alien bastiches managed to hoodoo my brain-pan, the answer is negatory. They gave it a shot, but 'pparently they didn't like what they found. 'Magine that!

--Lobo (New Earth)