PW: You can't kill me. I know where MacLeod and Cassandra are.

VP: Oh, is that...so? Welll, its a pity that you don't know where Silas and Caspian are

(Winks at him)

PW: Oh, yeah. I know where they are, too.

AP: Did you kill those ten thousand people? Were you death on a horse, and damned good at it?

PW: Damn me, Methos, answer him!

TS: You know him as Kronos, but he is always Alfred Bester to me---oh, crap.

VP: You're wrong, Cassandra! I've never seen you before in my life---errr, except for the million years you were our slave.

PW: I killed Caspian! I liked Caspian!

AP + VP: That was SILAS!!!

PW: I liked him too.

AP: I tell you, he's leaving these clues to betray us as to their plan

TS: No, Duncan. That's just what The Shadows want us to...not again!

VP: Now, we away to our secret base, full of old Sub-Mariner Comic Books! And-and submarines, too.

AP: I am The End Of Time!

VP: Er, uh--no, you're not. In fact---I claim that title!

PW: Poor little Connor--so naive about the way the world really is.

AP: I'm Duncan.

PW: Well, you're naive, too.

JB: But the Fantastic Four are only a legend!

AP: Cousin Sandra, No! Kronos has paid for his crime---and so has--er---Methos!

TS: NO! He must pay for almost causing the destruction of the last, best hope of...Oh, I give up!

AP: What kind of salad dressing you want, Pete?

PW: A thousand islands, Adrian. A thousand islands.

VP: Hey, uh, Trace? Adrian, Pete? The SFX guys are on strike, too. We were supposed to make CLANG, CLANG noises while we filmed.

All ( Because the Credits Guy is on strike ):

And here we are, we're The Masters OF The Universe; It won't be long; Fighting Our Survival; We've Come To Use The Pools Of Your World!

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