
Peter Parker: I bet the X-Men get to go to parties.

Simon Holmes: Sometimes I wish we collected stamps for fun, instead of battling the forces of weirdness.

Juniper Lee: You play bass, Dennis. It's a miracle anyone even notices you.

Keely Teslow: She's in Indonesia.
Phil Diffy: You have your latitude and longitude mixed up. She's next to Kid Rock and Ricki Lake.
Keely Teslow: I know a shortcut through Tiger Woods.

Wanda: Me personally, I wouldn't let that slide.

Commander Adama: Mr. President, a wall of unidentified craft is closing in on the fleet.
Baltar: Possibly a Cylon welcoming commitee.
Commander Adama: Sir, may I suggest we launch a 'welcoming commitee' of our own?

Mario Mario: We need your Hocus Pocus. Can you make us fly?
Genie: Fly? Do you know what a drain that is on me?
Luigi: No problem. Any drain you got, we can fix. We're plumbers.
Mario Mario: Tell you what, you make us fly and I'll grease your palm with a gold coin.
Genie: Now you're talking. Eeenie meenie miney mo. Make'em fly. I need the dough.

Judge: Order! Order!
Launchpad McQuack: I'll have a burger and fries!

Kelly Robinson: Don't you ever bring a silencer?
Alexander Scott: Ruins the line of my suit.
Kelly Robinson: Mine too.

80's Batman: This isn't a mudhole. It's an operating table. And I'm the surgeon.

Narrator: Ready for a story about superheroes? Ugh, more TV superheroes. Just what the world needs. Be honest, have you hung yourselves yet? Or, what if I told you this was actually a story about super-zeroes? Losers. Achingly pathetic meta-human goose eggs. How about it? Ready to feel better about your own miserable lives for the next hour or so? Follow me. Our story begins, as such stories do, with a visit to a Nazi. I'm sorry. Cobbler.