Brock Samson: Don't you have nothing else to do but harp on Dr. Venture? Why haven't you tried the World Domination thing, you afraid of the big leagues?
The Monarch: Please. How stupid do I look to you? World Domination. I'll leave that to the religious nuts or the Republicans, thank you.
Brock Samson: You did this! You did this, didn't you? rrrah.
Baron Ünderbheit: As usual, your detective skills are impeccable, Samson. You have succeeded in exposing my sinister plan to lock myself in a dungeon, chained to an albino.
Dr. Venture: Dean! Have you been shooting dope into your scrotum? You can tell me! I'm hip.
Dean Venture: Hank! I had my pubes shaved. I'm gonna put them under the pillow for the tooth fairy.
Hank Venture: Did the doctor see that creepy dog dork of yours?
Dr. Venture: Hank, don't brag to your brother about your circumcision.
Dr. Venture: Dean, you smell like a whore.
Dr. Girlfriend: Killing your arch-enemy on Christmas Eve - that's a gift for me?
The Monarch: Well, I got you some stocking-stuffers too.
Brock Samson: After the twist, you'll feel a snap and the body goes ragdoll on you.
Hank Venture: And that will knock him out... even more?
Brock Samson: That will kill him.
Hank Venture: Do I have to?
Brock Samson: Alright, fine crybaby. Tie him up and, I guess, gag him. But at the first sign of trouble I want you to at least break both his knees.
Pirate Captain: Sit on my lap, son. It's story time.
Dean Venture: I don't want to sit in your lap.
Pirate Captain: Fine! Don't.
