Ross Douthat
Ross Douthat

On the evidence we have, the meritocratic ideal ends up being just as undemocratic as the old emphasis on inheritance and tradition, and it forges an elite that has an aristocracy's vices (privilege, insularity, arrogance) without the sense of duty, self-restraint and noblesse oblige that WASPs at their best displayed.

Victoria Moran
Victoria Moran

I don't eat animals. I rescue strays and take injured pigeons to the wildlife rehab. I carry spiders and wasps outside in a cup covered with a 3x5 card. It would only follow that I'd take pause when contemplating the abrupt and apparently brutal ending of a tiny human being's life, or even a potential human being's life.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall
Forgetting Sarah Marshall

[from DVD gag reel]
Aldous Snow: [scene where Aldous is about to leave the hotel] I would rather have my testicles spread out like a wafer and then have them covered in a layer of honey and then have wasps come and sting me and then have them covered in another layer of vinegar and then have it worn as a swimming cap by a Nazi. I'd rather have that than spend another second

with her.

Paul
Paul

Ruth Buggs: [after 'partaking'] I'm hungry. We should cook up some sausages. Do we have any sausages?
Graeme Willy: Uhh...
Ruth Buggs: What do you mean by that? Why do you guys hate me? Can we cook up some sausages? Ohh I have wasps in my brain!
[Ruth falls over]
Paul: She'll be fine. That happened to

me the first time.

The Happening
The Happening

Nursery Owner: You know plants have the ability to target specific threats. Tobacco plants when attacked by heliothis caterpillars will send out a chemical attracting wasps to kill just those caterpillars. We don't know how plants obtain these abilities, they just evolve very rapidly.
Alma Moore: Which species is doing it if you think it's true?

Nursery Owner: Plants have the ability to communicate with other species of plants. Trees can communicate with bushes, and bushes with grass, and everything in between.

Casper
Casper

Mr. Rugg: [reading Mr Crittenden's will] To the Save the Dolphins Foundation, $11million. To the Save The Pumas Foundation, $1.2million. To the Padigonian Wasps Foundation, $1.4million. To The Dyslexic Dalmatians Foundation...
Carrigan Crittenden: The hell with the livestock. What did the old stiff leave me?
Dibs: [clears throat] I

believe that what the bereaved is trying to express is that the sudden death of her only father has left a great gaping void in her bank, in her life, and, er, Carrigan wonders what he has left her to fill it up with.
Mr. Rugg: Let's see.
[reads]
Mr. Rugg: Bobcats, Owls, Snakes, Daughter; Carrigan, Whipstaff Manor in Main.

Carrigan Crittenden: And?
Mr. Rugg: And I'm late for lunch, so if you'll excuse me.
Carrigan Crittenden: Are you telling me that I spent the last two days holding his clammy hand waiting for him to take it or like it and return his one lousy piece of property?
Mr. Rugg: No it was lousy 50 years ago. Now it's

condemned. Enjoy.
[gives the will to Carrigan]
Carrigan Crittenden: Wait a minute. This is not fair! I protest! I'm gonna drag you and every one of those damn dolphins to court!
Mr. Rugg: Knock yourself out.