Random musings from Pinky and the Brain:
The Brain: This is the earth. And this is Pinky. You can tell the difference quite easily. One is a lump of inert matter hurtling blindly through the void. The other... is the earth.

The Brain: So, you sacked the cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker?
Mr. Sackett: The second cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker I've sacked since the sixth sitting sheet slitter got sick.

The Brain: We're going to a place where the sun never sets, the size of your wallet matters, and actors and actresses slave all day.
Pinky: We're going to Denny's?

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but if you replace the P with an O, my name would be Oinky, wouldn't it?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but burlap chafes me so.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, but where will we find an open tattoo parlor at this time of night?

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but Zero Mostel times anything will still give you Zero Mostel.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but how will we get the Spice Girls into the paella?

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but... Kevin Costner with an English accent? I dunno.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: Well, I think so Brain, but balancing a family, and a career? Ooh, it's all too much for me.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: Well, I think so Brain, but isn't Regis Philbin already married?

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: Well, I think so Brain, but if we didn't have ears, we'd look like weasels.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but pants with horizontal stripes make me look chubby.

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but why would anyone want a depressed tounge?

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: Um... I think so, Brain, but what if the chicken won't wear the nylons?

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but if Jimmy cracked corn, and no one cares, why does he keep doing it?

Pinky: Gee, Brain. What are we going to do tonight?
The Brain: The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world.

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but we're already naked.

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but if we get "Sam spayed," we'll never have any puppies.

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but me and Pippi Longstocking... I mean, what would the children look like?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: Uh... yeah, Brain, but where will we get rubber pants our size?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: Well, I think so, Brain, but I can't memorize a whole opera in Yiddish.

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but the Rockettes, it's mostly girls, isn't it?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but how will we get a pair of Abe Vigoda's pants?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but can the Gummi Worms really live in peace with the Marshmallow Chicks?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: Wuh, I think so, Brain, but wouldn't anything lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?

The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: Yes Brain, but if our knees bent the other way, how would we ride a bicycle?

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what... you know.
Pinky: I think so, but... uh... something about a duck.

Big Jake: And they say them UFO things are just pie plates... Pinky: well, they ARE pie plates. ALIEN pie plates...

The Brain: Tomorrow night, Pinky, we will come up with a new plan. One that isn't foiled by the atomic weight of gold.

The Brain: I'd like to thank all the little people I stepped on to get where I am today.

The Brain: We must head to a place where overweight, middle-aged people go to party and throw away money.
Pinky: Capitol Hill?

The Brain: I will accept nothing less than mahogany.
Pinky: There is no substitute for Diana Ross.

The Brain: The entire world will beg to bow before me, their charismatic despot.

The Brain: No, Pinky. Never use two drops of the formula. It would cause a reaction on the molecular level that is completely unpredictable.
Pinky: Oh, I hate it when that happens. Narf.

The Brain: Sigmund Freud would have had a field day with you, Pinky.
Pinky: Ah, he liked sports then, did he?

The Brain: Do you practice being dim or is it a natural talent?
Pinky: Oh practice Brain. All day, EVERYDAY!

The Brain: There are days I think I'd be more productive if my sidekick were a pliant corndog.

The Brain: Pinky, there are times when I feel i'm bearing my soul to a tube of caulk.
Pinky: Yum! Caulk!