- Doc, look. All we need is a little plutonium.
- Mayor! Now that’s a good idea! I could run for mayor.
- Wow, This is it, this is the part coming up, Doc.
- It’s your only chance.
- So what are you waiting for?
- I think it’s out of order.
- Cold, damn cold. Ha, ha, ha, Einstein, you little devil.
- I speak slowly and distinctly.
- Who’s president of the United States in 1985?
- Well, This is a radiation suit.
- Get your asses in the kitchen.
- That’s great! Actual physical contact!
- You want a Pepsi, pal, you’re gonna pay for it.
- Einstein’s clock is exactly one minute behind mine, it’s still ticking.
- I’m gonna fuck you up.
- I’m not going out there.
- I can’t feel my legs.
- All right, this chick is toast.
- You know the penalty for thievery?
- Alright, come on, get me out of here!
