Dr. Malocchio: To my secretary Janice, who's always been there in my time of need, I leave the Malocchio Ray, my three-ton laser capable of destroying an entire city.
Janice: Giant laser? That'll definitely fit in my studio apartment.
Dr. Malocchio: And please donate my body to science. But only if it's evil science.
Dr. Malocchio: My son, you must safeguard this serum at all cost. And it is up to you, my dear Giuseppi, to keep it out of the wrong hands, to make sure no one uses it to become the monster I turned into many years ago and have remained for the greater part of my life, although if I'm being honest, the monster years were the fun ones.
Prock: You can't just put on a suit and start saving people.
Concierge: So you're upset he stopped those criminals?
Prock: "Alleged" criminals. That's the problem with these vigilantes. They jump to conclusions when we don't even have all the facts.
Tim: They were pointing a gun at her.
Impresario: And one of them said, "Don't mess with me. I'm a criminal."
Prock: Until we have all the facts, we just don't know.
Frantic: Yeah, maybe she's the one who was attacking them.
Frantic: Or maybe it didn't even happen, and we're not even watching the news, and it's just tiny people putting on a play inside our TV.
Prock: Well, no, it's not that. It's never that.
Gadget Girl: Well, I think this Metal Fella is a tall drink of water. He's like a hard, shiny Burt Lancaster. I'll tell you after what I'd like to do with him, he'd better hope that suit is rust-resistant.
Impresario: If you're saying what I think you're saying, he'd probably take off the suit first.
Gadget Girl: No, leave it on.
Prock: I can't believe we're going to Hotwire's memorial. I don't know what to expect.
Muscleman: I expect really delicious cookies.
Prock: Why would you think that?
Muscleman: What else would you do at a mmm-Oreo?
Prock: Okay, it's not an "mmm-Oreo," it's a memorial. We're going to honor the memory of our lost friend.
Muscleman: Got it. I will bring my own cookies.
Prock: Or go an hour without cookies.
Prock: You brought a date to your girlfriend's funeral?
Perfect Man: It's what Hotwire could've wanted.
Prock: It may seem nice now, but when vigilantes flaunt the law, people can get hurt. Now let's run into this store and wave guns around.
Prock: Hey, maybe we should focus on vacuuming after we fix the huge holes in the wall?
Impresario: Yeah, that's the problem. Not that Prock turned Melacchio Jr. evil or that Prock gave up the code to disable our shield. It's that I'm vacuuming!