Monarch quotes from The Venture Bros.

What's the password?

I forgot... oh wait, I remember. I'm the fucking Monarch. Let me in. Now.

How was it?

Better than first one. I like the second one a little better...

Yeah, that what they were saying on Ain’t It Cool.

Yeah, all-in-all it's a fixing end to the trilogy, though.

We are getting hammered out there! Sgt. Hatred does not share Brock's aversion to firearms, and now even their robot's packing heat! We need body armor.

Dr. Girlfriend

Well, what's that you're wearing?

I had to buy this myself online! I'm out-of-pocket an AT-AT Walker, two Greedos, and a Landspeeder. And not everyone here has Star Wars duplicates to sell on eBay. Half these guys weren't even born when Empire came out, and the rest are barely making minimum wage!

You guys get paid?

And another thing—retractable wings. I mean, this is ridiculous! These things are just big, clumsy, orange kill-me signs in the battlefield, and it's not like it's any better when we get back here. Every doorway in this cocoon is tapered at the arch.

Dr. Girlfriend

Well, we're not changing any doors, but we'll take the wing thing under consideration.

I have a better solution, and I've brought some visual aids. Big-screen! [A big monitor is lowered, giving the following presentation] Gentlemen, and lady, I give you the henchman of the future. The Mighty Monarch Mark-V Henchsuit. Made of flexible poly-alloy, they are lightweight, fireproof, and bulletproof. In keeping with our insect theme, the turbo-hydraulic exoskeleton increases the wearer's strength and agility tenfold. But it's not all about defense. The Mark-V also boasts an impressive array of offensive weapons, including grappling spears, gas-propelled rockets and 25-millimeter heat-seeking, fire-and-forget missiles all controlled via heads-up display built right into the state-of-the-art helmet.

Dr. Girlfriend

Which reminds me—people, I'm told you're using too much bandwidth, so if you're not using the Internet for official...

Whoa! Whoa! Hey, hey! Wait a minute! What about my Mighty Monarch Mark-V Henchsuit?!

Dr. Girlfriend

Oh, come on, 21. If half that stuff even exists yet, it would cost a fortune.

Well then why don't you send us out to rob a bank or ransom the moon or something! Aren't you guys supposed to be supervillains?

Dr. Girlfriend

We have a more...specialized practice. Look, we just can't afford it right now, okay?

[coming in on his "Butter-Glider"] Check out what I just bought!

Oh come on. Do I really have to get blood on my tux?

Service abandonment. Guild non-assail pact of 1958, paragraph 20, line 17 regarding employer's rights to a deserter

Yeah, here’s all the paperwork. Now step aside.

I don’t care if you have a note from Santa Claus, you are not getting in.

Ah-ah-ah! I have a little bargaining chip.

Princess Tinyfeet! You untie her this instant.

Ahh, we didn’t tie her up.

She’s way, way into the bondage thing. You want her back, you better start respecting her very strange needs.

My little beige bunny, is this true?

She insisted we drive her here in the trunk. She is a freak.

I'm sick of this! I'm slightly drunk, I'm talking to the ghost of my fucking dead friend, I'm probably in love with you, so...yeah, whatever! I'm over it!

You're "over it"?

You're in love with me?

Whoa, wait. What?

Yeah, we made out.

Well, that's a stretch. We got drunk, and maybe we kissed...

Sure...where was I then?

Where were you? You were there! We were on top of you! [The music stops] We made out on you!

Fight! There's a fight!

So you had a drunken threesome! Join the fucking club! We're villains, you crybaby! We swing! I watched my wife suck Manta Claus dry and then make him breakfast!

Is that true?

Eggs and buttered toast.

Wh...you guys are nuts! Yeah, great! [Flipping off everybody as he leaves] Fuck you! Fuck this completely crappy fucking excuse for a fucking prom!

Okay, now he's in a panic. He's gonna have to do something, or he'll look like a total douche. So here's where he makes the incredibly stupid decision to...

JETTISON THE LUNCH ROOM!

What is that? Patio furniture?

That is the lunch room.

There's some metal casings out there. Could be explosives...

Chafing dishes. It's Wednesday, right?

Yeah.

Then they're filled with buffalo wings. And we should totally collect the ones without dirt and lawn chunks on them, 'cause they are awesome! They're really tangy!