Dr. Robotnik:
Welcome to San Francisco, Mr. Wachowski. Are you enjoying the clam chowder?
Tom:
It's the government wack-job who keeps trying to kill us, UNSUCCESSFULLY! Nice of you to swing by on your way to Comic-Con.
Maddie:
Yeah, what are you wearing?
Dr. Robotnik:
It's a flight suit, designed to modulate my body temperature and reduce drag!
Tom:
And yet, you still are one.
Dr. Robotnik:
Woo-hoo, good one! You are catching fire, Thomas. Oh, and speaking of heat, I see you've taken a lover. Does she have a name or should we just call her "collateral damage"?
Tom:
Hey, watch your mouth, unless you want a little more of what I gave you earlier.
[to Maddie]
Tom:
I punched him in the face.
Sonic:
Oh, you punched him right in the face, it was awesome!
Dr. Robotnik:
The time for talking is over! It's time to push buttons!
Sonic:
Your flying eggs are pretty impressive, Mr. Eggman, but let's face it: You'll never catch me!
Dr. Robotnik:
Confidence. A fool's substitute for intelligence.
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