Evil Dick: Don't tire yourself out, Commander. I want you to witness the destruction my little device wreaks on the world you love so well.
Dick: What have you done to our toaster?
Evil Dick: It's not a toaster. It's an incubator. When I press this button, millions of spores will be released into the atmosphere, spawning a whole new race. A race of groveling drones. They will think alike and talk alike. At times, they'll even walk alike. And I will be father to them all.
Dick: What will happen to Mary?
Evil Dick: Oh, don't worry. I'm not using this on her. I'm going to take care of her personally. I'm going in there and putting my feet in her purse again and again and again.
Dick: You're insane! And not Gallagher insane, just insane!