Darwin Quotes in G-Force (2009)

Darwin: Blaster, do something.

Blaster: What do you suggest I do?

Mice, Mice: Poop in his hand. Poop in his hand.

Darwin: Hurley, get your butt outta my face.

Hurley: Get your face outta my butt!

Speckles: We've got a worm to decipher.

Darwin: You're a genius.

Speckles: I'm a mole. I got a thing for worms.

[slurps a rainworm hanging from the ceiling]

Hurley: My stomach doesn't do well with action-adventure.

Darwin: Hurley, don't you dare.

[Hurley lets out a big fart that fogs up Darwin and Hurley's plastic ball]

Darwin: Yuck, Hurley. That's disgusting. I can't breathe.

Hurley: Roll down the window.

Blaster: These things don't have windows, Hurley!

Darwin: [Talking to a squirrel] What are you doin' here? Move along, pal.

Speckles: Hello, Darwin.

Darwin: Speckles, you're alive. You infiltrated the bad guy's lair. Where is he?

Speckles: I am the bad guy. What? You really think I let myself get killed in a garbage truck? Ha! Well I hid in a soup can. Rode it all the way to the city dump. And it was stinky.

Juarez: Speckles.

Blaster: I can't believe the mole was the mole.

Speckles: Actually, you may call me Mr. Yanshu. Business associate of Leonard Saber.

Darwin: You tricked Saber into helping you build Clusterstorm? How could you do this to us? I thought we were friends. I put my life on the line for you.

Leonard Saber: Yanshu was in my basement this whole time?

Ben: Yeah, and he wasn't a man. He was a mole.

Speckles: "Yanshu" is the Chinese word for mole.

Darwin: Shoot, you animals. They'll pay you well for Darwin's hide.

Darwin: I could be a warrior - a cat ninja!

Darwin: Where's the bathroom?

Horse: You're standing on it!

Darwin: [sighs] I could use a hot bath and a good meal.

Horse: [Scottish Accent] You're in luck. They'll be bringing the hay down any minute.

Darwin: I'm to eat hay?

Horse: Aye, and sweet, crunchy oats from time to time too.

Darwin: Oh, that changes everything.

Horse: [Thunder expels loud farting]

Darwin: [Disgusted sigh] I'm beginning to see why they call you Thunder.

[sprays perfume, scoffs]

Darwin: Never mind.

Siri: I'm Siri, the clouded leopard.

Spike: Im Spike, the purebred mutt!

Siri: [Siri raises her claws to Spike] See these claws?

Spike: [Spike raises his butt and tail to Siri back] Sniff my butt!

Eliza: [Scared and hesitantly] Spike, why'd you do that?

Spike: I was being social!

Darwin: [rolls his eyes] Of course a simple handshake wouldn't do!

Spike: Hey Twitchy! I *do not* shake with cats, OK?

Dakota: They're back.

Darwin: I hope they found something interesting.

Dakota: They did.

[first lines]

Darwin: [voiceover] The end. The end of life as we know it. We didn't see it coming, that's for sure. I mean, who plans for an apocalypse? But you know the really funny thing? It wasn't something big and horrible that did us in. It wasn't nuclear war or a deadly virus or a comet crashing into the planet. It wasn't over-population or global warming. I wish it was. You know, something... lofty and magnificent. Something worthy of exterminating most of the human race. No. In the end it was none of those things. We simply ran out of gas.

Darwin: [voiceover] In the year 2012, the gasoline ran out. You could almost hear the giant sucking sound as the last drop of crude was pumped from the Earth. Within a year the reserves were gone too. We were supposed to have 20 years of gas left. That's what the experts said and... they were wrong. Detroit was still churning out gas guzzlers even as the wells went dry. You'd have thought we could survive without gas. But the end of gasoline meant the end of electricity, nuclear power. There's coal, but you still need trucks to deliver the fuel. No electricity means no refrigerators, and that means spoiled food. In days the grocery stores were picked clean, within weeks there was looting, rioting, and chaos. The government had a plan, but it was too busy trying to stop the violence. When they finally declared martial law, it was already too late. Civilization collapsed into anarchy. The smart ones moved south, until they realized that millions of other smart people had the same smart idea. All those people in one place fighting for the same shelter and food, it was a bloodbath. Within three years more than two-thirds of the world's population had starved to death, frozen to death, or slaughtered each other. The American dream became the American nightmare.

Darwin: You're no different than anybody else.

Viper: Oh is that right?

Darwin: Yeah.

Viper: You know, because I've never seen you haul shit. And I've never seen you get your fucking hands dirty.

Dakota: Viper, we all know that he is very busy.

Viper: Yeah, fucking you.