I need you to fuse your consciousness with the I'noxian Collective. To become I'noxian. Supergirl:
Oh. Why is that, exactly? Cyborg Superman:
Your body. I need your flesh to reconstitute my own. Supergirl:
(grimacing) You want to say that again? I couldn't hear you through all the creepiness coming out of your mouth!
The Doctor: Youve got the eyes of a twenty-year-old.
Uncle: Oh, thank you.
No, no. I mean it literally. Your eyes are thirty years younger than the rest of you. Your ears dont match. Your right arm is two inches longer than your left. And hows your dancing? Cause youve got two left feet. Patchwork people. Youve been repaired and patched up so often I doubt theres anything left of what used to be you.