"Thin crust pizza? Absolutely not. This is New York. Take that blasphemy back to California where it belongs."

"First people coming here, putting ketchup on hot dogs and now thin crust pizza. I would rather a car accident induced coma."

"A dagger, Ben; a dagger through my heart."

"Nice try, Miles. That's thin crust."

"I don't like this team up you're having with Ben. Not one bit, the two of you."

"It didn't count when you helped him, MJ."

"It's charades and he should lose fair and square. The team ups are for when I have to fight a bowlcut in a fishbowl."

"It's not so much me refusing to tell you and more me deliberately withholding information so my blood pressure doesn't go higher than the Baxter Building, nightlight."

"You two don't hang out. You two plot and I'm the punchline of your machinations."

"The only way this day can now be saved, is if the engine of a 747 just falls on my head. Just crush me out of this hellscape."

"The biggest jet engine on my head. Maybe even Galactus stepping on me at this point."

"Ha comma ha comma ha comma ha."

"I'm fun, I'm hip. I'm just a grouchy one man party. It's the complete package."

"My hair stays firmly up and pushed back. It's a form of rebellion."

"196/1/ actually, Matchstick."

"You two do that while I'll find a nice, soft pillow to slowly suffocate myself with."

"No it's perfect timing, Ben. You deal with them while I finish my existential crisis in the comfort of oncoming traffic."

"Good call, Number One. I've always wanted to punch myself into paralysis."

"I woke up dead this morning. That's the only explanation. I woke up dead and this is my punishment."

"Sticking is my shtick, Nightbright."