- Hunter Gathers: No way! A thousand times no! I'm not letting those clowns shrink my 40 million dollar secretly funded nuclear submarine to go fight the fucking cavity creeps!
- Hank Venture: Then when our father dies, are you guys prepared to adopt us?
- Hunter Gathers: No, but I'm considering a extremely late-term abortion!
- Henchman 21: We are getting hammered out there! Sgt. Hatred does not share Brock's aversion to firearms, and now even their robot's packing heat! We need body armor!
- Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: Well, what's that you're wearing?
- Henchman 21: I had to buy this myself online! I'm out-of-pocket an AT-AT Walker, two Greedos, and a Landspeeder. And not everyone here has Star Wars duplicates to sell on eBay. Half these guys weren't even born when Empire came out, and the rest are barely making minimum wage!
- Hunter Gathers: Samson! What part of secret underground headquarters does that square-head of yours fail to grasp?
- Brock Samson: Look, they live next door, what am I supposed to do?
- Hunter Gathers: Wipe their pink little minds and send them back home, like I told you!
- Brock Samson: They discover us every other week. I can't keep doing that, it's starting to make them buggy.
- The Monarch: Honey, they're henchmen. You don't explain to them, they do your bidding. When you say "jump", they say, "what shark?"