Cyborg Superman: 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!
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: You’ve got the eyes of a twenty-year-old.
Uncle: Oh, thank you.
The Doctor: No, no. I mean it literally. Your eyes are thirty years younger than the rest of you. Your ears don’t match. Your right arm is two inches longer than your left. And how’s your dancing? ‘Cause you’ve got two left feet. Patchwork people. You’ve been repaired and patched up so often I doubt there’s anything left of what used to be you.
