Mr. Big: Come, come, Badenov. Light the fuse. I haven't got all day.
Boris: (lights fuse on dynamite) But, boss man, how come I'm expandable?
Mr. Big: You-You failed to get the Upsidasium, Boris. Blowing yourself up is the only honorable thing to do.
Natasha: You had better think fast, dahlink.
Boris: But, Mr. Big, oh beloved master, if I go, you go.
Mr. Big: What?! Hmm, you have a point there, Boris.
Boris: However, if you insist...
Mr. Big: No, no, no! No, no, no! Put it out! Perhaps I was hasty, Boris.
Boris: (laughs and puts out fuse) You were almost hasty pudding, chiefy-wiefy.
Mr. Big: Very well, Badenov. You--You may--You may carry on.
(Mr. Big leaves)
Natasha: Mr. Big is gone again, dahlink.
Boris: (laughs) It's nice to know that under his sinister exterior beats a heart of pure chicken.