H.P.: [in a monotone] "Go me. Go me. It's my birthday."
Sanderson: "Want some popcorn?" H.P.: "It's unsalted and unbuttered, right?" Sanderson: "And unpopped."
Flappy Bob: "And what's with the floating?" H.P.: "We have that kind of money." Sanderson: "Walking is for poor people!"
Sanderson: "Well, H.P., now that Flappy has given us total control over Fairy World, what do you wanna do with it?" H.P.: "I'm thinking dull and gray." Sanderson: "I was thinking gray and dull, but that's why you're the boss."
H.P.: "You might have thwarted us this time, Turner. But mark my words, our next thirty-seven year plan will not fail. When you're forty-seven, you'll pay."
H.P.: "Maybe we should try a six week plan next time."
H.P.: "Behold, the money lover's pizza. It's the pizza that pays you back."
H.P.: "And I'm surrounded by pixies who tell me what I wanna hear all day. Watch. [talks into his phone] Who's the greatest?" A crowd of Sandersons: "You are, sir." H.P.: "Suck ups."
H.P.: "It's in the fine-print within the fine-print."