Arthur: This cold really has ya on the ropes, doesn't it Tick?
The Tick: No mere common cold Arthur. No. This must be some super interstellar mutant virus from space. Empires have fallen at the foot of this pox!
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The Tick: (dying for chicken soup) Arthur, is that you? Eyes failing. Chicken soup only chance for survival.
Arthur: Oh, Tick relax, everyone gets a cold every once in a while.
The Tick: Please, the soup.
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Arthur: Who are you!?
Thrakkorzogg: Thrakkorzogg, from dimension-eh, apartment 14b.
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Thrakkorzogg: Patent pending, pretty sweet eh?
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Arthur: Clone the Tick?
Thrakkorzogg: Oh yes!
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Thrakkorzogg: (to Arthur) Your superhero friend has all the attributes I require. Incredible strength, nigh invulnerability, and a teeny tiny little brain.
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Thrakkorzogg: Arthur the sidekick, prepare to meet Arthur the evil clone.
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Evil Arthur Clone: I Arthur....I Arthur. I Arthur! I Arthur! I Arthur! I Arthur! I Arthur! I Arthur! I Arthur! I Arthur!
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Evil Arthur Clone: (to The Tick) I Arthur.
The Tick: Of course you are, and I Tick!
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Thrakkorzogg: (to Arthur) I have to go, if you catch my drift. Nature is one call you can't put on hold.
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The Tick: (talking to the television) Human Baboon, you stinker! Stop your evil ways!
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The Tick: I don't know the meaning of the word surrender....I mean I know, I'm not dumb. Just not in this context.
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The Tick: Wait a second...Smells like ambush!
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