- Snob swipes his key card and walks into his hotel room, at which point Linkara punches him and grabs him by the arm.
Linkara: (angrily) We're gonna review Bimbos BC, you hear me?
Snob: The fuck are you talking about? We planned on doing this
Linkara: Oh well, yeah, but the thing is that we're not supposed to like doing crossovers. We're supposed to be like "oh, I don't wanna review that with you, I didn't know we were at the same hotel", that kind of thing. You know, play along.
Snob: Oh, oh, okay. (flatly) Oh, oh, I hate this! I don't wanna do this…
Linkara: Great! Well, let's go review it!
: It was shot on shhhhhhhurely
what was at the time high-quality video tape.
- After a hilarious fight scene:
Snob: That's right, just flail your arms weakly a bit more. That's obviously holding it off.
Linkara: It apparently bites into her shoulder and… oh look, who knew that the human body was made of Bubble Tape. (monster starts chewing, Linkara makes "om nom nom" noises)
- On the opening credits:
Snob: …and they even change the font halfway through, and then change back, and then change again!
Linkara: Wait, should I use Helvetica? No, no, wait, Times New Roman! Oh, Courier, will you be my savior?
Snob: Who cares what the fucking font is?
Larry the Male Bimbo: And while the scientists were living in luxury, they were breeding day and night!
Dr. Insano: Yes, we scientists claim we want to stop nuclear war, but secretly we want it to continue so we can all live in our gilded palaces! (maniacal laughter)
(Linkara throws something at Insanao, knocking him over)
Snob: What'd you throw at him?
Linkara: Comic book.
Snob: And that works?
Linkara: Surprisingly, yes. Go ahead, try it.
Insano: (standing back up) Why do people always want to hate me? (another comic book hits him, he falls again)
Snob: I feel power like I've never felt before.
- After some extracted blood makes a "squirt" noise onto a microscope slide:
Snob: The fuck was that noise?
(Linkara leans in and beeps the Snob's nose; Snob slowly turns and glares at him)
Doc: What Thatch plans to do is buy all the land and build more cities so he can make more income for himself.
Snob: Again, it's the fucking Apocalypse. No one owns any land. And if they did, what good is money when there's no fucking economy? Where is the money coming from?!
90's Kid: Duuuuuuude! Obviously they kept their copy of Bloodgun #ľ in pristine shape!
: Hey hey hey, I know I kept my copy of Marvel Contest Champions in pristine shape!
90's Kid: Dude! 80's Dan! You have all that New Coke stashed up!
80's Dan: And you have all that Coke II, my backwards hat-wearing friend!
90's Kid: I will totally trade you!
80's Dan: That is fair, good sir. That is fair. (they walk off together)
Snob: The fuck just happened?
Linkara: It's best not to question it.
Snob: I don't wanna die, my voice is too sexy!
Snob: "A comedy like I Spit on Your Grave?" Oh yeah, nothing spells "goofy slapstick fun" like a 40-minute rape scene!
- After some Dutch Angle shots of the building:
Linkara: Yes, focus on the bricks! The bricks know everything!
Man: The weather's getting worse, Mr. Thatch. I fear it's acid rain.
Linkara: Oh my God, Snob! There's a battle out there of Godzilla fighting a giant robot!
Linkara: Yes, but we don't have the budget to show it to you!
Linkara: I AM A MAN!
(punches Snob in the Chest; Snob grunts and starts coughing)
Linkara: You okay?
Snob: Just… ducky. (coughs)
- Kung Tai Ted starts instructing on the horrible fight choreography, but stops when Ninja Style Dancer appears behind him, and they agree to a fight.
Linkara: The bimbos enter the Nightmare Zone.
Linkara and Snob: We're already there!
- Splicing in the Batman theme to make a scene more amusing.
- The Rule of Three to Running Gag of Linkara's and The Snob's characters bumping into one another: Harvey Finevoice asks Linkara if he's needed at the end of the review, only to be told no by Linkara. Then, Vic Dealio announces his presence, (momentarily confusing Harvey), before the two go off to sing a duet.
Linkara: Do you think our characters are weird?
Snob: (Utterly annoyed) Yeeeesssss.