- Hey doc, this is it.
- At least Evan’s okay.
- Get your asses in the kitchen.
- Cold, damn cold. Ha, ha, ha, Einstein, you little devil.
- Just give me something without any sugar in it, okay?
- l’ve come for the woman and your head.
- You want a Pepsi, pal, you’re gonna pay for it.
- I can’t feel my legs.
- Doc, look. All we need is a little plutonium.
- What, I don’t get what happened.
- I’m gonna read your thoughts.
- Enough, I get the point!
- All right, this chick is toast.
- What? What the hell is a gigawatt?
- So what are you gonna do?
- Never mind that now.
- That’s great! Actual physical contact!
- Well, This is a radiation suit.
- I speak slowly and distinctly.
- Do you know where I am?
