Dirge: I was born with webbed fish toes... like some kind of horrible fish boy. Wanna see?
Zim: Do you realize what this means?
Gir: Yes. Wait a minute... no.
Zim: It means our mission is in jeopardy!
Gir: Aw, man!
[Miniaturized ZIM is inside Dib's body]
Zim: At this very moment I'm in a microscopic submersible somewhere in your disgusting belly attached to your arm control nerve.
Dib: Arm control nerve?
Zim: Yes, arm control nerve.
Dib: In my belly?
Dib: Humans don't have arm control nerves.
Zim: Do not question me! I control your arms!