Movie References in My Fics · 4:12am Oct 23rd, 2017
Because I'm wondering how many of them people noticed-
Say Goodbye to the Hollandaise: A Hearth's War(ming) Tail:
Standing directly on the table with his feet phased through Canterlot and Foal Mountain respectively, Spike wore fingerless gloves and a ragged woolen scarf. In his left claw was another small wooden figurine of Rarity, this one dressed in rags, that he was waving above his head.
“Never!” He shouted defiantly. “The magic of hollandaise exists in all our tummies and cannot be extinguished by the likes of you!”
Starlight sent her figure flying in Spike’s direction. “Have at thee, foul glutton!”
Spike deflected the approaching figurine with his own in a perfect riposte. His eyes narrowed and his lip turned up in a cunning grin. “I’ll have you know - I am not left-clawed!” With that, he switched the figurine to his right claw and began to duel with the other Rarity floating before him, smacking the two of them into one another while making explosion noises with his lips.
"I know something you don't know - I am not left-handed!"
“The point is,” Rarity cut in, “we should just bury this entire situation and never speak of it to anypony. Are we in agreement?”
“Same time next thursday like we talked about still though?” Pinkie asked eagerly.
“Ahem, yes well,” Rarity twitched and took a sip from her empty mug, “We’re all busy ponies and we get stressed from time to time, so...so I suppose there would be...no harm in that.”
“Mmhmm,” Fluttershy muttered, eyes closed and daintily sipping from her own mug.
“Would anypony care for fruit or dessert?” Rarity offered.
"Would anybody care for fruit or dessert?"
It took an extra minute this time, but eyes widened in shock all around the room as the simple schoolmare stood back up again.
“FALL!” Tempest screamed, enveloping Cheerliee in another excruciating shockwave. “Fall! Fall! Fall! You don’t know me! You can’t possibly understand my life and what I’ve been through! Fall down or I’ll bring this whole building down on your ears!! FALL!” With each cry of ‘fall’, Tempest sent another blast into her helpless opponent’s body.
“Whoa whoa whoa!” Grubber finally spoke up. “Stop beating a dead horse, Tex! At least let us get out of here before you ragefit the whole place down!”
Tempest continued her tirade. The shocks were less intense, but frequent enough that the diminished power behind them was no recompense. When she finally stopped, she was left standing over her smoking opponent, panting in her own right, her eyes wide.
“I won’t say this again. Don’t get up.”
"Fall...fall! FALL!!" *blam blam blam*
“Then we gotta make her wanna see us,” Apple Bloom insisted. “We gotta get her to open that door, no matter what it takes. Think about it. If it were you sittin’ in there, all alone and hurting, what would you be thinkin’ about?”
Scootaloo shrugged, “I’d…probably be wondering when I’m gonna die.”
“Exactly!” Apple Bloom blurted. “And if she keeps thinkin’ that way, then that’s exactly what’s gonna happen. We gotta make her believe that she’s gonna be okay, and I’ll tell ya plain,” Apple Bloom’s confidence set the room on fire, “We’re the Cutie Mark Crusaders! We all go home or nopony goes home, and I ain’t goin’ home until Sweetie Belle knows she’s gonna be okay!”
"Falcon, we all go home or nobody goes home!"
Lighting her horn for the last time, she let him giggle and marvel at the glow before levitating her once cool shades off her face and setting them in the basket beside him. The headphones were long since pawned. It was all she had left to give.
She felt old beyond her years. Emitting a raspy, unclean cough, she turned the eyes that matched his away until his gurgle and the soft brush of his hoof on her muzzle brought her back to him. In a derelict voice, she sang.
It was a tune she had always known. That he too, now, would always know--
“Goodnight, somepony,
Goodnight, my love,
Sleep tight, somepony,
Sleep tight, my love.
Our hooves are scraping the sky tonight,
For goodnight, my love, for goodnight.
Sweet days, be yours, dear,
All days you see,
Each day will carry you closer to me.
I wish you’d stay, for just one more night,
But goodnight, somepony, goodnight.
My love will trot with you all through your life,
Though we may be parted this day,
But I will remember the scent of your mane
As long as my heart doesn’t know your new name.
Sweet days, be yours, dear,
All days you see,
Each day will carry you closer to me.
I wish you’d stay, for just one more night,
But goodnight…somepony…”
“Good--”
He cooed. He smiled.
Rapping her hoof on the gates heavily enough to be heard, she turned and fled, alone, back down the short path of the rest of her life at full gallop. She would kick up the blighted dust until she outdistanced her tears. Even if she had to run forever.
o/~ "For goodnight, my someone, goodnight...." o/~
Quantum stepped away from the mirror and focused on a crack in the wall where sunlight was visible. There were a dozen more such cracks positioned throughout the building, such that she was surprised the equipment within hadn’t been damaged. A more appraising glance at the room in general told her some of the machines had indeed been damaged in the recent past, and were subsequently repaired.
“…so my name is Who?”
“What?”
“No,” Quantum corrected, “Who.”
“What who?”
“This Who,” Quantum indicated herself.
“Oh, Doctor.”
“What?”
“Doctor.”
“Doctor….Who, right?”
“Who?”
“Doctor Who,” Quantum rumbled. “So my name is Who.”
“I know who you are.”
Quantum waved her forelegs in front of Hal’s grinning mug. “Stoppit. I’m a doctor. And my name is Who.”
Hal chuckled. “Hooves. Doctor Hooves. And sort of, but your first name actually is ‘Doctor’.”
Quantum glanced back in the mirror. “…wow. Talk about having your life planned out for you. This guy would make a horrible comedian. Or maybe a hilarious one.”
"Who's on first, what's on second, I dunno...third base!"
I can't remember off the top of my head if there are any others, but there probably are. It's fun to drop a little reference every now and then. Mind I'm not counting the stories that were inspired by movies or TV. Just the ones with some reference dropping. Anyway, silly post. Goodnight! 
