Dr. Doom: Susan, let's not fight.

Susan Storm: No. Let's.

Johnny Storm: Flame on!

Reed Richards: Seriously, watch this.

[He oozes his arm underneath the door in a liquidlike manner and unlocks it on the other side.]

Johnny Storm: That's gross.

Ben Grimm: It's clobberin' time.

Ben Grimm: That underwear model washed out at NASA for bringing two Victoria's Secret wannabes into a flight simulator.

Reed Richards: Youthful high spirits.

Ben Grimm: They crashed it into a wall.

Ben Grimm: No more cracks about how I look.

Johnny Storm: Hey, call me Mr. Sensitivity. Everybody out of the way! Wide load coming through! He's huge!

Johnny Storm: [to the Thing] Where are your ears?

Susan Storm: You don't want to walk around on fire for the rest of your life, do you?

Johnny Storm: Is that a trick question?

Susan Storm: You were at 4,000 degrees Kelvin! You were approaching supernova!

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. Supernova bad.