HOBBES (to Arthur): The Strong Arm 6000 is going to win. It's going to judge you by the effort it took to win. So don't even think about winning. Take all thought about winning out of your mind. Just go ahead and lose naturally.
#SaveTheTick
THE TERROR: Get the cameras ready. As soon as I detonate the VLM, and obliterate Superian, we go live with the gloat.
THE TICK: I wonder if somewhere in this tangle of a metropolis, a certain corrupt crustacean is shaking in his shell, knowing The Tick and Arthur are closing in.
THE TICK: You're afraid, Hobbes, that's all! It's the only thing you know because your truth is fear!
HOBBES (to a mind-controlled Lobstercules): More choking please.
OVERKILL: The suit is part of a weapons system, but it wasn't designed to fight a foreign element. It was designed to fight an alien element.
ARTHUR: It's a weapon against aliens?
OVERKILL: You know any? 'Cause I can only think of one.
SUPERIAN: Do you think anyone would notice if I froze him and put him somewhere like Antarctica? Just for, like, a decade or so?
ARTHUR: Yes. I think people would notice that.
THE TERROR: We've got a gremlin on our wing.
MS. LINT: No, Terror, you've got a Tick.
HOBBES: Superian? Please. Hasn't he done enough? The moment he set foot on this planet, he triggered evolutionary panic. He caused this… Age of Superheroes. Look at it now.
THE TICK: Hey, what's with the crazy outfit, man. We need you in your wingsuit.
ARTHUR: Tick, look, I-I'm going to do this superhero thing with you, but I need to do it my way, which means going to work.
SUPERIAN (on finding out he's been poisoned with Big Bismuth): Oh, right, that stuff. I always hated it.
ARTHUR: You knew about it? How did… Where does it come from?
SUPERIAN (waves hand): Mmm… baggage.
DEREK: Janet, what's happening? (yawns) Face feels so funny.
MS. LINT: You had an accident.
DEREK: Were there… darts?
MS. LINT: No.
DEREK: Oh. Hmm. Who are these guys?
MS. LINT: I run the city now. Go back to sleep
DEREK: Ok.
ARTHUR: Tick, I lost Donny, but I got his shoe.
THE TICK: A shoe clue. Nice work, chum.
THE TICK: If you pull that trigger, Terror, I will hurt you. Your plans for world domination are dashed.
THE TERROR: Half-wits. I'm not trying to take over the world. I'm trying to take it back.
THE TICK: Arthur… I'm not a robot.
ARTHUR: Great. Thank God. I am glad that is over. Ok come on let's go back…
THE TICK: For a short while, I thought I knew who I was. I have to say… it was nice to know me.
THE TICK: So what do we do now?
ARTHUR: Uh, we still watch and wait.
THE TICK: Stakeouts are kind of humdrum. I'm more of an action type of guy.
TINFOIL KEVIN: Me too!
DANGERBOAT: I have a very clear sense of self. I'm aware that I'm a boat, but I identify as a male boat.
TICK: Like a mailbox?
DANGERBOAT: No. A boat that is male. Specifically, one who is capable of attraction for another male.
TICK: Boat?
THE TICK: Wherever you are, little buddy, I hope you're happy. Are you happy Arthur? You can tell me. You can whisper it if you like.
TINFOIL KEVIN: You're talking to a glove.
THE TICK (sees Ty Rathbone): Hey, it's that bossy guy with the gas-cap heart.
TY RATHBONE: Seems like you two are putting up your superhero shingle in this town. Is that correct?
THE TICK: Oh, we got shingles, pal.
ARTHUR: Tick, Tick, this is Tyrannosaurus Rathbone. He's he most decorated agent in AEGIS history.
OVERKILL (on Dangerboat's instability): He went offline until he cooked himself clean. When I got back in, the place was spotless and everything was gone. All my clothes, my shaving kit, my CDs. Everything but the Fo-Ham. Fo-Ham's invincible.
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