Save THE TICK ๐HOBBES (to Arthur): The Strong Arm 6000 is going to win. It's going to judge you by the effort it took to win. So don't even think about winning. Take all thought about winning out of your mind. Just go ahead and lose naturally.
THE TERROR: Get the cameras ready. As soon as I detonate the VLM, and obliterate Superian, we go live with the gloat.
THE TICK: I wonder if somewhere in this tangle of a metropolis, a certain corrupt crustacean is shaking in his shell, knowing The Tick and Arthur are closing in.
THE TICK: You're afraid, Hobbes, that's all! It's the only thing you know because your truth is fear!
HOBBES (to a mind-controlled Lobstercules): More choking please.
OVERKILL: The suit is part of a weapons system, but it wasn't designed to fight a foreign element. It was designed to fight an alien element.
ARTHUR: It's a weapon against aliens?
OVERKILL: You know any? 'Cause I can only think of one.
SUPERIAN: Do you think anyone would notice if I froze him and put him somewhere like Antarctica? Just for, like, a decade or so?
ARTHUR: Yes. I think people would notice that.
THE TERROR: We've got a gremlin on our wing.
MS. LINT: No, Terror, you've got a Tick.
HOBBES: Superian? Please. Hasn't he done enough? The moment he set foot on this planet, he triggered evolutionary panic. He caused thisโฆ Age of Superheroes. Look at it now.
THE TICK: Hey, what's with the crazy outfit, man. We need you in your wingsuit.
ARTHUR: Tick, look, I-I'm going to do this superhero thing with you, but I need to do it my way, which means going to work.
SUPERIAN (on finding out he's been poisoned with Big Bismuth): Oh, right, that stuff. I always hated it.
ARTHUR: You knew about it? How didโฆ Where does it come from?
SUPERIAN (waves hand): Mmmโฆ baggage.