The police ruled my father's death a suicide. They said he fell down an elevator shaft. Onto some bullets.

The Bowler

The Shoveller: All right, I'll take point, you two flank. Let's triangulate.
The Spleen: Equilateral or isosceles?

Disco is NOT dead!

Tony P.

I... am the Waffler. With my griddle of justice, I BASH the enemy in the head, or I burn them like so! I also have some truth syrup, which is low in fat.

Waffler

The Shoveller: Watch it, Spleen, you're going to kill someone with that thing!
Dr. Heller: Oh, no, no, no. All these weapons are completely non-lethal.
The Bowler: Wow. How wonderfully eccentric while simultaneously being a complete waste of our time. Good day, sir. I say good day.

Tony P.: You're baby Bowler!
The Bowler: Is that a problem?
Tony P.: Hello, I'm the guy that gave your daddy the shaft. Ha-ha!

Mr. Furious: That could work. I'm a loose cannon. I'm unpredictable. I stormed off, why can't I storm back?
Monica: Or, you could just say you're sorry.
Mr. Furious: Do you think there's a really angry way I can say I'm sorry?

The Shoveller: You're the master of cutlery. You can't throw a knife sometimes when someone's trying to kill me?
The Blue Raja: No, I can't. You can't use a rake sometimes?
The Shoveller: No, I'm the Shoveller.
The Blue Raja: Well, I'm the Blue Raja. I'm not Stab Man. I'm not Knifey Boy. I'm the Blue Raja.

Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up. If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's...
The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage...
Mr. Furious: ...your rage will become your master? That's what you were going to say. Right? Right?
The Sphinx: Not necessarily.

So what do you say? Do we all gather together, and go kick some Casanova butt? Or do I eat this sandwich?

The Shoveller

See now, this is why mad scientists are generally less desirable than your common or garden variety scientist.

The Bowler

There's not enough beer in the world, Spleen, I'm sorry.

The Bowler

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