You know, I have one simple request. And that is to have sharks
with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads!
Now evidently my cycloptic colleague
informs me that that cannot be done. Ah, would you remind me what I pay you people for, honestly? Throw me a bone here! What do we have? Number Two:
Sea bass. Dr. Evil: [pause]
Right. Number Two:
They are... mutated
sea bass. Dr. Evil:
Are they ill-tempered? Number Two:
Absolutely. Dr. Evil:
Oh well, that's a start...
Amber: Whoa, whoa, maybe we can hire some of them again next year.
Fine. Very well. Close the pit.