Exiles Quotes

Exiles #46

Beak: (narration) My name is Barnell Bohusk. Try growing up with a name like that. Now try it with a face like this. I used to be normal till puberty whacked me with the ugly stick. It started with little feathers growing... in places they shouldn't. Then things got really weird.

Angel: Beak! Get your scrawny butt back in here before some chicken-hawk has you for breakfast!

On Angel
Beak: She's sweeter than J. Lo!

Exiles #47

Beak: Nobody is ever scared of me.

Exiles #48

Mr. Fantastic: "Earn your wings." I know you said you aren't with these people, Beak... but perhaps you're meant to be.
Beak: Uh-uh. No way. I have kids and classes and a beautiful girl back at Xavier's. That is where I am meant to be.

Morph: Um, no offense to the funky chicken, but what kind of firepower does he bring to the party?

Morph: ... this Beak guy is gonna get plucked his first time out!

Angel: It's always like this. Men are no good. Even the geeks, the ones who should be thanking heaven for getting any love... sooner or later they all walk out.

Beak: It is no good. The Timebroker is right. I am unstuck in time.
Morph: Unhinged.
Beak: That, too.

Exiles #50

About Magneto
Beak: He was my teacher... I fell for his lies. Even after we found out who he really was, we were sucked in so deep we just kept following him.

Exiles #52

While Surrounded by Ego the Living Planet's Antibodies
Beak: Any chance we could reason with them?

Exiles #56

Beak: Guys? I do not mean to wet the blanket, but Heather is still sick.

Exiles #63

Beak: What exactly... are you expecting me to do?
Bug: To fulfill destined function, of course. You are Beak! It falls to you to save multiverse!

Exiles #64

Beak: So let me get this straight... there is no Timebroker. The missions we thought came from him were actually sent by you people.
Worker Techdrone: Correct.
Beak: And the damaged realities we fix were actually broken by you in the first place?
Worker Techdrone: Correct.
Beak: And now one of the super-people you kidnapped to clean up your mess has turned the tables... and I am supposed to save you from him?
Worker Techdrone: Er... ah... correct.
*Beak glares at Worker Techdrone*
Worker Techdrone: I... ah... I believe the appropriate expression is... "Sorry?"

Beak: But I am only a high school student! What makes you so certain I can beat this Hyperion person?
Worker Techdrone: Panoptichron forecasts only probability, Beak. We are certain of nothing.
Beak: You have a lot to learn about pep talks.

Worker Techdrone: Sovereigns run forecasts on all candidates. Only highest survivability and effectiveness quotient merits selection. Consider longevity of Blink, Mimic and Morph. Sovereigns choose wisely.
Beak: Consider they also chose Hyperion!

Hyperion: Did you figure there's nowhere to hide? Because, frankly, I wouldn't waste time looking for you.
Beak: Of course not. After all, what could I possibly do against you? I am not strong, I am not smart, I do not shoot death-rays. About the only thing I am good at... is making friends.

Exiles #67

Heather: I'm making the best of a bad situation, and I don't need to be henpecked.
Beak: Not funny.
Heather: Sorry. Freudian slip.

Beak: If I pain your butt so much, send me home like I asked you to!

Exiles #69

Beak: (narration) I used to be afraid of mutants, too... and then one day I found out I was one. But I do not have a cool power, like laser-breath or perfect hair. No, I just turned into something that would put you off chicken forever.

Beak: (narration) It turns out there are thousands of alternate earths out there, where, surely, I must be better-looking.