PPilot
Sir, your craft is unregistered, and you failed to file a flight plan. Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?
VDr. Venture
Don’t you people have anything better to do than harass innocent people trying to get to Marrakesh?
PPilot
Zip it, Grandpa. I’m speaking to the pilot.
VDr. Venture
Grandpa? Well, I’ll have you know-
PPilot
Sir, I am not gonna tell you again.
It’s all right, soldier. I got special clearance. [Hands pilot his CIA card] I’m with a top-secret branch of the government. So if you don’t mind, we have a mission to get back to.
PPilot
[looks at license] Sir. This I.D. expired six months ago. [Hearing this, Brock freaks out. Dr. Venture stands next to him, annoyed]
VDr. Venture
Great. When Marrakesh is overrun by mutant lizard people don’t come crying to me.
Little worried about that hickey, Doc. [Dr. Venture's is halfway covered in swelling redness]
VDr. Venture
Oh, Brock, don't worry. I'm not falling in love!
VDr. Venture
And what would be wrong with that if I was? The boys need a new mommy. Rusty needs a new mommy.
We don't even know who our old mommy was.
VDr. Venture
Oh, that's right. I've never really told you about her. Well, she was- [horn honks outside] That'll be Charlene! Gotta run, boys! Don't stay up too late!!
VDr. Venture
Did you lift anything heavy?
(in extreme pain) I told you, it's not a hernia.
VDr. Venture
Were you roughhousing with your brother?
VDr. Venture
(suddenly, in horror) Oh dear god... You two haven't been... experimenting with inappropriate touching-
VDr. Venture
I know you've been seeing a lot of that little tramp who lives next door. Lord knows what kind of diseases that hussy carries.
(groans, still in acute testicular pain) It's getting worse!
VDr. Venture
Dean, I don't want you hanging around with Triana Orpheus any more. I don't approve of the way she dresses! Girls like that are usually on the dope. (gasps) Dean! Have you been shooting dope into your scrotum?! You can tell me! - I'm hip!
Daa-ad!! Why are you doing this?! I don't know what I did!! Suddenly it just felt like someone kicked me in the rocks, and- and they never took their foot away!
VDr. Venture
Alright Dean, you're going to have to pull down your pants. I have to palpate the region.
Please dad! Please, please, please don't feel me up!
VDr. Venture
I'm going to palpate, Dean. This isn't any fun for me either. Do you want me to get H.E.L.P.eR. to do it? Is that better for you? A doddering old robot with cold, steel claws. Is that what you want?
Ahhhuh!!I want a doctor!!
VDr. Venture
Well, what happens if we wait?
That's not so good. My guess is that in a couple of hours, your son's testes are going to die, then atrophy.
Think raisin, or better yet, you know when you're eating peanuts, and you crack one open and the little nut is all dark and crammed into one corner...
You're finished, right? As for untwisting them, I don't know which way they spun.
Unless you're that guy from INXS and that's, like, your thing, the pain would be excruciating.
Oh, it must be dreamy to have a costumed nemesis. Chasing you... wringing his gloved hands in concern of your every move.
VDr. Venture
You're kidding, right?
It just seems so romantic.
VDr. Venture
Oh sure, it looks all glamorous from the outside, but really it's a huge pain in the ass. They send robots into your lab, break everything, and does my insurance policy cover arch enemies? No.
I'm jealous! There, I said it.
VDr. Venture
If you want one so bad, take one of mine.
With every fiber of my being I stab at thee, as long as blood flows through this heart I will hunt you down. I will be the stuff of your children's nightmares.
VDr. Venture
What's he doing now?
He's making his dramatic exit.
VDr. Venture
(sigh) This could take all night, I'm gonna get Brock.
I think he's almost done.
And then, when nothing can be heard but your cries of agony, I will pull the chain and let the beast devour you. Mark my words: I will have my revenge, DR. VENTURE!
(Venture just revealed that, in college...)
Wait! You lived with BROCK?? That is so unbelievably cool!
No wonder you guys are such super pals!
(Brock just sits expressionlessly)
VDr. Venture
Actually... back then we didn't see much of each other...
(dorm flashback: Venture is laying awake in his bunk. Brock's bunk above his is squeaking, bouncing up and down furiously, accompanied by Brock grunting rhythmically and a young woman moaning)
VDr. Venture
We had very different schedules... always coming and going... at... different times...
Wait, tell 'em who really won the roommate lottery that year.
VDr. Venture
Oh, God, don't remind me.
Okay, so the university sticks me with this exchange student, (switch to college) but check it out, he's, like, a prince or something. His parents sent him a care package last week for his birthday. You know what he got? A personal slave. The poor guy sleeps in my closet. Speak of the dickweed. Hey, Werner.
(back to present) Yeah. You told 'em?
No, Baron Ünderbheit is right there!
Holy crap! Brock, kick his butt!
Relax, boys, he's not gonna do anything. It's hallowed ground.
So what was he (Baron Ünderbheit) like in the olden days?
Well, except for the metal jaw, pretty much the same—total dick.
(dorm flashback: Ünderbheit and White arguing near door of Venture's room)
The tape is on the floor for a reason, Peter! Your things belong on your side of the room and don't think I haven't noticed that you moved it to make your area larger. If you cannot obey the simplest of rules...
Yeah, well, you don't make the rules, fella. You might be a big shot in your own country but around here you're just a kid with the weirdest-smelling lunch.
ARRRRRRGGGGHHH! Very well! Then you leave me with no choice but to take this up with the R.A. at the next floor meeting. Come, man-servant.
(Ünderbheit leaves)
VDr. Venture
Who cuts his hair, the Incredible Hulk?
What, did he walk into the barbershop and say, "what can you do to make me look more like Pete Rose?"
MSMike Sorayama
Hey, what's wrong with his hair? I have, like, the same haircut.
VDr. Venture
Yeah, but you're Chinese, your people can't be blamed for what your hair does.
MSMike Sorayama
I'm Japanese, jerk-off. But yah, that's so true. At least I don't have his eyebrows.
VDr. Venture
You wanna see eyebrows, come to my Creative Writing class. There's this kid, no joke, they're out to here, and the weirdness doesn't stop there. All he writes are these way-too-specific poems about monarch butterflies. Total closet case!
(present) Okay, this is getting nuts. You're not gonna tell me that you went to college with the Monarch too! Where did you guys go, Super Crazy No-Way School?!