Susan Storm: Johnny, you were at 4,000 Kelvin. Any hotter, and you're approaching supernova. Johnny Storm: Sweet! Susan Storm: No, not sweet. That's the temperature of the sun. Reed Richards: Not only could you kill yourself but you could set fire to the Earth's atmosphere and destroy all human life as we know it. Johnny Storm: Got it. Supernova - bad.
Victor Von Doom: Do really think fate turned us into gods so we could refuse these gifts? Susan Storm: Victor, you *always* thought you were a god. Now back off. Victor Von Doom: Susan, let's not fight. Susan Storm: No, lets. Victor Von Doom: Susan... YOU'RE FIRED!