->'''Commander Murdoch:''' What have you found?
->'''Officer:''' All I've found is that these red lights keep moving back and forth. Aside from that this thing seems to have no other function whatsoever, sir.
->'''Commander Murdoch:''' That's impossible, it must have ''some'' sort of function. I mean, [[InventionalWisdom why would the government put all that money into a thing with red lights that keep going back and forth? It doesn't make any sense.]]
-->-- ''Film/AirplaneIITheSequel''

->'''Dave:''' Er, Professor, why all the test tubes and flasks?\\
'''Madblood:''' It's not so many. Only enough to cover a workbench.\\
'''Dave:''' Yeah, but you're an engineer. You don't do anything that ''requires'' big glass containers.\\
'''Madblood:''' Mr. Davenport, I am a [[ForScience scientist]]. An ''evil'' engineer.\\
'''Dave:''' Sure, but why--\\
'''Madblood:''' I find this line of questioning obscene. What manner of [[MadScientist mad scientist]] neglects his flasks of colored liquid? Next you'll question the Van de Graff generator in the middle of the room - and where will ''that'' leave us?
-->-- ''{{Webcomic/Narbonic}}''

->His laboratory was equipped with the sophisticated tools of modern science: Jacob's Ladders, Van De Graaf generators, bulky pilot-lit cabinets, poorly-adjusted Bunsen burners, retorts bubbling with sinister chemicals, murky jars holding mutant monstrosities, strung wires with bad insulation.
-->-- ''Fanfic/Plan7Of9FromOuterSpace''

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