Dick: Sir, Mr. Head, wouldn't you like to see your son and heir?
Big Giant Head: What the hell is that?
Dick: That's your son, sir.
Big Giant Head: My son? My son's a leader, a warrior. This thing is covered in snot.
Tommy: Well, it's six months old, sir. That's normal for an Earth baby.
Harry: Yeah, but if it makes you feel better, the size of his head is the talk of the mommy and me group.