"There'd better not be a bunch of your friends behind us, because that's one of the oldest gags in the book!"
— Joe, Two Evil Scientists
"The Pope! How many divisions has he got?"
— Joseph Stalin [to Pierre Laval, when urged to tolerate Catholicism to appease the Pope]
Director: I was not asking. If you do not return Player to me, I will come and take him by force
Chet: Whatever bitch, how do you plan on doing that?
Director: With the army standing right outside your door
Chet: Aw, fuck!
Green-haired girl: Hi, sorry about that. Can I have the frisbee back?
Green-haired girl: Why not?
Man: Kids who can't control their toys shouldn't be playing with them.
Green-haired girl: minus, he won't give me the frisbee back.
Man: Why are you telling her for? Do you think your little friend will be able to take it from me? You and what army, kid?
[minus makes an army appear with her powers. The man sheepishly returns the Frisbee.]
minus: hee hee hee hee hee~ HA HA HA HA HA HA
Man: Huh? Um... well here's your frisbee kid. Sorry my... head got in the way again.
minus: Ask me if you think I can take it from you and then say, "you and what army" again!
Man: What? No, listen, take your stupid frisbee and stay the hell away from me alright?
— minus, strip 98 (pictured on the main page)
Evil Chancellor: Seize the rebels!
Jack Rakan: You really think you've got the forces for that?
Chancellor: Do I have the necessary forces? You fool. The guards for this event are more numerous than those you see here. There are two entire fleets stationed over a surrounding area of tens of kilometres, not to mention elite troops numbering over three thousand. You may be powerful, but even you cannot...
Ala Rubra powers up
Jack Rakan: Like I said. Are you seriously telling me you think that's gonna be enough? *cracks knuckles*
Chancellor: Wh... What?!
Ala Rubra starts small-scale war
Chris: Dad, I tried to go to school but this guy won't let me.
Peter: Oh yeah? Him and what army?
Chris: The U.S. Army.
Peter:: Oh. That's a good army.
Angelica: "You and what army?"
Suzie: [Raises her arm] "Me and THIS arm-y!"''
Messenger: "He's marching south."
NiVom: "Into Hypatia? He and what army?"''
Messenger: "That's just it, my Tyr. Ours."''