"I'm not threatening you. As you can see, I'm unarmed- (is shot) ...I am of course wearing full body armor. I am not a moron."

"Anyway. Why don't we stop and have a nice little chat while I tell you all my plans and you can work out a way to stop me, I don't think!"

"Do it? Dan, I'm not a Republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago."

"No, you'll warrant no villain's exposition from me!"

"Please, Zuko. What ulterior motive could I have? What could I possibly gain by letting you get all the glory for defeating the Avatar? Unless somehow, the Avatar was actually alive. All that glory would suddenly turn to shame and foolishness. But you said yourself that was impossible."

Our showdown, while inevitable, is premature. Although it would be the simplest thing for me to take away your bending right now, I won't. You'd only become a martyr. Benders of every nation would rally behind your untimely demise, but I assure you, I have a plan. And I'm saving you for last, then you'll get your duel, and I will destroy you.

"I Want Them Alive if possible. If not- if not, I'll understand."

"Well... it seems I had less to worry about than I thought."

George Marks: [In the Interrogation Room] We are just talking, here. Right?

Scotty Valens: Exactly. Just talking.

George Marks: Now I'm free to walk out. Any time I want. Most people think they have to stay. Talk... Dumb civilians.

Scotty Valens: Not you, though.

[George Marks waves his head slowly, smiling]

Artemus Gordon: If I may make one last request...that she aim for my heart — the heart that loved this country so much...

Loveless: ...shoot him in the head.

Artemus Gordon: (under his breath) Damn!

James Bond: At least tell me the details of your plan for world domination!

Blofeld: [chuckling] Oh no, I'm not falling for that one again!

Dr. Wily: I've got to turn up the power...Wait, what am I worrying about? There's no way Mega Man can stop my Robo-Spider!

*pause*

Dr. Wily: I'm not taking any chances. *turns up power*

"I'm not going to make the same mistakes. Four part plan is this: one, no portal surfaces; two, start the neurotoxin immediately; three, bomb-proof shields for me, which leads us directly into number four: bombs for throwing at you. You know what, this plan is so good I'm gonna give you a sporting chance and turn off the neurotoxin. I'm joking, of course. Goodbye."

"It would be unfair to make you fight all four advisers at once, but... Fair treatment was never shown to my people. I'm just returning the favor."

"Rule one: good supervillains never leave the heroes alive, dummy. Rule two: countdown clocks are for hacks!"

Nicodemus: I take it that this is the portion of the conversation where I reveal my plans to you?

Harry: What have you got to lose?

Nicodemus: And apparently you expect me to tell you of any vulnerabilities I might have as well. I am wounded by the lack of professional respect that implies.

Harry: Chicken.

Dragon King: Oh great! Is this where we’re supposed to exchange witty remarks?

Spider-Girl: Actually, I was hoping we could skip that part and jump right to where you tell me your origin which will hopefully give me a few subtle clues on how to defeat you.

Dragon King: Do you really think I’m that stupid?

Spider-Girl: You don’t want to know.

Jose: Someone has interfered with the main terminal!

*Jose pulls out a remote control*

Jose: Luckily for me, I anticipated such an event.

*Jose turns a dial and reactivates his Squid Robot.*

James Bond: Do you expect me to talk?

Goldfinger: No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!

"I got what I came for, and I need to be moving on: places to go, spells to cast... gods to wake. Spoiler alert: we'll fight, I'll win, you'll track me down again- just in time to watch your world tumble into chaos. Title scroll, lights come back up. Oh wait- no, they won't! If I could kill you, I would. I really, really would; I don't like leaving matters unresolved. I'd do it cleanly and painlessly- none of the fancy stuff, I'm not that sort of villain, no Stage Magician. I take pride in my work, and I'm not afraid to get my hands... Filthy. But, unless I grind you to a fine dust, the fucking Bees will just whisk you away to safety. I've seen it happen enough times. I'll just make sure you're stuck here a while, so I can get on with things. Farewell..."

Goon: Gordon's dead.

Bane: So show me the body.

Ash: Hey, I know! Mewtwo can't capture them if they're already inside their Pokeballs! Bulbasaur, Squirtle, return!

*Bulbasaur and Squirtle go into their Pokéballs*

Mewtwo: It is no use.

*Mewtwo's modified Pokéballs absorb the regular ones*

Ash: What?!

Mewtwo: It is futile to try and escape my power.