“What if we are meant to be, like, superheroes? You lot, superheroes? No offence, but in what kind of fucked-up world would that be allowed to happen?”
I know I’m just the dude that carries the bags, but it seems to me we all play an important part in this group. I mean, we’re just like a big, delicious banana split. Fred, you’re the big banana; Daphne, you’re the pastrami and bubble gum-flavoured ice cream; and Velma, you’re the sweet-and-sour mustard sauce that goes on top. Scooby-Doo (2002) dir. Raja Gosnell
