Dean: Woah, not Mary Lou Retton Too. What's going on with you?
Hank: Dean, Dean Dean. I sometimes forget you're younger than me.
Dean: By a lousy four minutes!
Hank: Well then maybe in four minutes you'll understand. It took a real woman to finally show me that these girls, fine athletes and easy on the eye both, were but the mere crushes of a boy. And you my friend, are staring at a man.
Dean: You finally got 'em
Hank: A gentleman never asks and a lady never tells.
Molotov Cocktease: Dragon, Eagle, Mantis, Monkey, Tiger, Snake, Leopard. These are called "The Maimers." Strike your enemy with one of these and he will be your enemy no more.
Brock: So no women and no children...
Hunter: No women, no children! There are rules...separates us from the baddies.
Brock: What if she's a double agent?
Hunter: Nope.
Brock: An assassin?
Hunter: Nope.
Brock: A double agent-assassin who just killed the President?
Hunter: Nonlethal take-down only! The President isn't the President anyway. You know that.
Brock: Oh yeah. Hey what about a...ya know? A lady Dracula?
Hunter: You mean...Le Vampier? Nosferatu?
Brock: Uhh yeah I guess.
Hunter: Undead! Not typically a woman anymore so...you got no beef there. Also fictitious...
Brock: (While tied down to a bed in Paris) Oh no...she took the cigarettes!!
Dean: Right now we have bigger things to worry about, the Apaches are back!!
Hank: Huh?
Dean: Teepee in your pants!!
