Susan Storm: You were at 4,000 degrees Kelvin! You were approaching Super-Nova!
Johnny Storm: Sweet!
Susan Storm: No, not "sweet"! That's the heat of the sun!
Reed Richards: You could kill yourself, other people, and burn up the atmosphere, ending all human life as we know it.
Johnny Storm: Got it. Super-Nova bad.

Susan Storm: [about the machine that could change them back to normal] What are the risks?
Reed Richards: Even the slightest miscalculation could cause our symptoms to increase exponentially... or perhaps even kill us.
Johnny Storm: Now, dying... that's bad, right?

Bartender: [over the background noise] How's the game going?
Rusty: Longest hour of my life.
Bartender: [not hearing him] What?
Rusty: I'm running away with your wife.
Bartender: Great!

Victor Von Doom: It's time to end this.
Ben Grimm: No, Vic. It's clobbering time.

Victor Von Doom: Isn't it funny the way things turn out?
Reed Richards: Hilarious.

[to Ben] I swear to you... I will do everything in my power until there is not a breath left in me- You're gonna be Ben again.

Reed Richards

Huh? Did you just- That's it, Tinker Bell! You wanna fly? Then fly!

Ben Grimm

Victor Von Doom: Is that the best you can do? A little heat?
Reed Richards: Time for your lesson- Chem 101. What happens when you rapidly cool hot metal?

Johnny Storm: Let's think about it, you've got Victor, more money than God, stud of the year, and you've got Reed, the world's dumbest smart guy, worth less than a postage stamp. That's a real toss up.
Ben Grimm: Don't trouble your tiny little mind.

Digital camera - $250. Memory stick - $59. The look on your hard-ass former C.O.'s face when he finds out he's your junior pilot - priceless.

Johnny Storm

Rose: I am not a foreman in one of your mills that you can command. I am your fiancée.
Cal Hockley: My fian... my fiancée! Yes, you are, and my wife. My wife in practice if not yet by law, so you will honor me. You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor a husband. Because I will not be made a fool, Rose. Is this in any way unclear?
Rose: No.

Will: Do you like apples?
Clark: Yeah.
Will: Well, I got her number. How do you like them apples?

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