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.
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Brock Samson : Now, Hank, touch your throat. That tube you feel is your trachea. Think of it as your handle. That thing your thumb is on is your carotid artery. Think of it as your button. I want you to grab the handle, push the button. Can you repeat that, Hank?
Hank Venture : [gasping]  Grab the handle, push the button.
Brock Samson : Let go of your own throat, Hank.
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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.
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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.
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