Mr. Fantastic: I don’t understand it. I’ve given him half a dozen excellent textbooks on anger management –
The Thing: He sets ‘em on fire after you leave.
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Mr. Fantastic: Johnny! We’re on our way, ETA twenty two point three seconds! Wait for backup! Do not attack! Repeat, do NOT attack the robot!
Johnny: Sure, Springy. Like that’s gonna happen. FLAME ON!
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Susan: There go his insurance premiums. Again.
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Thing: That’s, what, third bike this month?
Susan: Fourth, if you count the BMX.
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Mr. Fantastic: My scans of the incoming robot showed no weaponry.
Susan: No weapons? It just vaporized my brother!
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Mr. Fantastic: Mmm, no. Not vaporized – transported. I’m getting residual wormhole readings. Think I can track it…
The Invisible Woman: Think!? You think!? This is my brother, Reed Richards!
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Mr. Fantastic: (to Susan) Definitely. Your brother is hardly an optimal choice for first contact with an advanced civilization.
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Mr. Fantastic: (to Thing) Odd. Was there anything even remotely inaccurate about my statement?
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Mr. Fantastic: But we’re supposed to be the guests of honor at the orphange fundraiser… and we’re already late…
The Thing: I’ll cover. They just wanna freak show, an’ I qualify. You got the hard job.
Mr. Fantastic: Finding Johnny?
The Thing: Grovellin’. Get busy.
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Mr. Fantastic: Um… Susan?
The Invisible Woman: I can’t believe you. My brother gets abducted and your first concern is that he’ll end up starting an interplanetary war with an alien civilization?
Mr. Fantastic: Well, you must admit that with Johnny it is a distinct poss – (coughs) Um, I mean, I’ll start tracing him immediately.
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Johnny: Oh man, not a dog collar. The punk look is so last century.
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Mr. Fantastic: J-just calibrating now. I’m t-tracing the path of the energy signature… really quite an interesting form of --
Susan: Where. Is. My. BROTHER!?
Mr. Fantastic: Ah. Uh – Central Park!?
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Ben: These are my kids, alla ‘em. And they need yer help, hear? Even th’ Fantastic Four can only do so much. So get out them checkbooks, people. Cause th’ Everlovin’ Blue-Eyed Thing would consider it a personal favor!
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Ben: Whoa, nice big legally soundin’ words there, Stretch. Must help t’ have an elastic tongue.
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Ben: Who ya want me t’ hit first?
Reed: Nobody!
Johnny: Yet.
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Ronan the Accuser: Eleven earth weeks ago, Kree Sentry 459 attempted contact and was destroyed without provocation.
Johnny: It was big and ugly. I thought it was trying to break in.
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