The Blue Raja: May the forks be with us. The Shoveller: We've got a blind date with Destiny - and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. Mr. Furious: I don't need a compass to know which way the wind shines. The Sphinx: We are number one. All others are number two, or lower. The Blue Raja: I'm a superhero, Mother. An effete British superhero. Blue Raja's mother: [the Blue Raja's mom walks in on him, in full costume, rummaging through her silverware drawer] Jeffrey, what are you doing? The Blue Raja: Um, I was just, um, uh, um, I'm, uh... [shifts to British accent] The Blue Raja: I'm a superhero, mother. Blue Raja's mother: A superhero? The Blue Raja: An effete British superhero, to be precise. I am pilfering your tableware because I hurl it. I hurl it with a deadly accuracy. The Blue Raja is my name. And yes, I know I don't wear much blue and I speak in a British accent, but if you know your history it really does make perfect sense. Dr. Heller: That's a high-temperature fabric adhesive liquid projector, based on simple dry-cleaning technology. You aim that at a guy, and I'll tell you something: his clothes get so tight he can't even breathe. Casanova Frankenstein: A fish-fork is no match for my machine! Casanova Frankenstein: I have created a beautiful machine that is going to encourage our fellow citizens to share my vision of the future! Can you dig it? The Blue Raja: I better get going. I've got a city to save. Blue Raja's mother: Jeffrey? Do the accent. The Blue Raja: Uh, well... [shifts to British accent] The Blue Raja: Well, I'd love to stay and chit-chat, Mother, but I fear I must away with me - our metropolis is in the clutches of madmen! Blue Raja's mother: Jeff? The Blue Raja: Yeah? Blue Raja's mother: Cheerio. The Blue Raja: Thanks, Mom.
: I don't find you threatening. Mr. Furious: Oh! Well, you're very, uh... you're very, uh... kind. Monica: At all. The Shoveller: We're not your classic heros. We're the other guys. The Shoveller: God's given me a gift. I shovel well. I shovel very well. The Bowler: [to her father's skull, after avenging his death] OK, now I'm going back to graduate school. That was the agreement. Mr. Furious: Okay. Right now, I'm kinda like a powder keg, and you're the match. Mr. Furious: After all, I am a ticking time bomb of fury. The Sphinx: To learn my teachings, I must first teach you how to learn. The Sphinx: You must lash out with every limb, like the octopus who plays the drums. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: You must be like wolf pack, not six-pack. The Shoveller: We fight crime. Call it what you will. [last lines] [to the news reporters] The Shoveller: Excuse me, could I say something? I think we would all like this victory to go out to all the other guys, and I'm talking about the people in this city who are super good at their jobs but never get any credit. Like the lady in the DMV - that's a rough job. Invisible Boy: To the people that remember jingles from tons of old commercials. The Bowler: And uh, uh, people that support local music and seek out independent film. The Shoveller: And the guy that drives the snow-plow. And the school nurse, that's a... Mr. Furious: Eddie, Eddie, I think they got the point. Becky Beaner: What's the name of this group? Invisible Boy: The Super Dudes! The Bowler: No, no, no, not the Super Dudes. Mr. Furious: We're not the Super Dudes. We don't have a name yet, but we're definitely not the Super Dudes. The Shoveller: I gotta get home, it's late. The Bowler: [as a photojournalist approaches] Picture, picture time! Becky Beaner: Well, whatever you call them, Champion City will forever owe a debt of gratitude to these mystery men. The Sphinx: Wait! Wait, that's it. We are the Super Squad. The Bowler: No, no! Alliteration in these situations is corny... What? [She opens her bag, where Carmine sits smouldering] The Bowler: Yes, we're all very aware that you saved the day. And I'm sure we'll be hearing about it for the rest of our lives. [Mr. Furious, the Blue Raja, and the Shoveller are sneaking across Frankenstein's property to undertake some reconnaissance] Mr. Furious: Shh! Wait! Hear that? We must have hit a trip-wire. It could be a proton eviscerator heating up. The Shoveller: It could be a cybernetic atom scrambler. They target moving objects. The Blue Raja: It sounds more like a heat-seeking anthrax projection gun to me. Quickly, cover your mouths. Mr. Furious: No, let's bolt! Come on! The Shoveller: No! Don't move. The Blue Raja: Don't breathe! Mr. Furious: Let's bolt! The Shoveller: Don't move! The Blue Raja: Don't breathe! Mr. Furious: Let's bolt! The Shoveller: Don't move! [a sprinkler system turns on and the three are soaked] The Shoveller: [disgustedly] Ohh, it's the sprinkler. [Monica is trying to eat dinner behind the counter when Mr. Furious approaches to try to strike up a conversation. He notices photographs of motorcycles in the magazine she is reading] Mr. Furious: You're into motorcycles. Monica: [uninterested] No, not really. Mr. Furious: Oh. 'Cause I got a motorcycle. Monica: [She nods without looking up] Yeah, what kind? Mr. Furious: It's a Harley... Monica: A Harley! Mr. Furious: [He nods, then lurches into honesty] ... compatible. It's a Harley-compatible. Basically the same engineering. Dr. Heller: If you're gonna bust into that mansion, you're gonna need more than a station wagon. Mr. Furious: At the auto yard, there's this old Herkimer Battle Jitney. Sally's always telling me to junk it! Dr. Heller: Wait! You have a Herkimer Battle Jitney? That's the finest nonlethal military vehicle ever made! [the team are working on the Herkimer Battle Jitney to prepare it for battle] Dr. Heller: It's a process which results in an accelerated flow of electrons that creates such a powerful magnetic force. Invisible Boy: So this is, basically, like a huge electromagnet. Dr. Heller: Well, actually, it's an electro-nuclear-magnet. It's the next inevitable phase. [Invisible Boy becomes visible in front of everyone and he's naked] The Bowler: Maybe you should put some shorts on or something, if you want to keep fighting evil today. Mr. Furious: Don't mess with the volcano my man, 'cause I will go Pompeii on your... butt. Mr. Furious:
You must've torn out the "Q" section in my dictionary, because I don't know the meaning of the word "quit".