Beetleborgs

Vexor: Fools. I send you to do a simple job and you failed. Then you come sniveling back to me? Jara: B-bu-but boss! We're not sniveling! Ahh, maybe just a little.

Noxic: Boss is gonna be mad, ya know, Jara. We are late! Typhus: Yeah baby! Jara: Borscht! Don't look at me! You were the guys who couldn't tear yourselves away from all that "popcorn" and used booblaygum!

Noxic: (in the misty cemetery) Ohh, look at this place. It's a perfect rendezvous point. It's dark, secluded, no worrying about the neighbors! Ohh, you gotta hand it to old Vexor. He's sure got a flare for the dra-ma-tic! Jara: Vell, I would have preferred a non-smoking rendezvous. I mean, vhat is going on here? Noxic: It's mood! It's atmosphere. Whadda you think, Typhus?! I think it's perfect! Typhus: Here's what I think! (belches loudly)

Typhus: (seeing monster on movie screen scaring a woman) Who's that? Noxic: Ooh! Maybe she owes him money!

Jara: (entering movie theater) What's going on in here? Noxic: It's some kind of gathering place. I think maybe it's a church or something! (monster on screen growls, causing people in audience to scream) Okay-okay, maybe not.

Jara: (concerning the giant lizard on the Monster Movie Marathon poster) Typhus, is that not your cousin, Iggie? Typhs: Could be. Got his eyes!

Noxic: (about Charterville) Lookit this place, will you? What a dump! Jara: Some town! No skyscrapers. No subways. I can't believe it! We're stuck in suburbia!

Typhus: Ya know, screams are so much better when you can hear 'em instead of readin' 'em!

Count Fangula: (to Frankenbeans) You big bolt-head! It's all your fault they got away! Mums: What do you mean his fault, you buck-tooth booby!