Dr. Doom: M.O.D.O.K. we need theme music for our prison escape planning montage.
Dr. Doom: Something with percussion. No synthesizers!
Captain America: [on intercom] Doctor Doom, Doctor Doom, please report to Doctor America's office for our regularly scheduled rehabilitation session.
Captain America: Aargh, oh! Ah! Eyes full of fertile American soil.
Volcana: Oh, the walls-turned-to-butter trick always wants me want some toast.
Captain America: Come on, we can do butter. Better! Molecule Man really has this butter thing down pat.
Ms. Marvel: Come on, we can do butter. Better! Molecule Man really has this butter thing down pat.
Captain America: You won't slow me down with your high-cholesterol trickery.