Big Giant Head: [wakes up] Oh, my God! What the hell happened?
All: [shouting] Good morning, sir! Huh!
Big Giant Head: Who's that pounding on my head? I will find him and destroy him.
Dick: It's a limitation of these primitive bodies, sir. It comes from too much alcohol.
Big Giant Head: Well, it's a design flaw! Fix it immediately!
Dick: Yes, sir!