M.O.D.O.K.: Holy high-school reunion, isn't this the best feeling when you see someone you used to go out with, and then you see how awful they look now. Not that I'm thinking of anyone in particular. My, Grandma, what big crow's feet you have.
Old Ms. Marvel: Your patootie is mine, scuzzbucket.
Lil' Scarlet Witch: I'm not it. You're it.
Lil' Iron Man: Nuh-uh. You're it. You're name is "it." You're the Scarlet It.
Thor: No, children, let's not do that. It's all fun and games until someone activates the self-destruct. Don't make me hurl the time-out hammer.
H.E.R.B.I.E.: Tiny Squaddies show trace energy from another dimension. A dimension called "Limbo."
Thor: [gasps] Limbo. The forbidden dance of bending over backward.
Dr. Doom: The Super Hero Squad swiping my time machine?
Thor: Swiping? Nay, borrowing.
Ms. Marvel: Commandeering. We left a quarter on the dresser.
Dr. Doom: You jerks!
M.O.D.O.K.: How 'bout a little mental blast, you little food processor.
Wolverine: So how is it that you are so much better at this than me?
Hulk: Babies like grown-ups. Only smaller... and dumber.
Dr. Doom: After careful consideration, I have decided to destroy you. Any last words?
Old Ms. Marvel: Music is too loud.
Old Thor: Cartoons were better back in my day.
Dr. Doom: Ha! Now that's comedy.
Iron Man: Squaddies, feast your eyes on my latest invention.
Falcon: Squaddies, feast your eyes on my latest invention.
Iron Man: Ah, but inside the box: datadada! A mousetrap.
[the Squaddies are flabbergasted]
Scarlet Witch: That is supposed to be a mousetrap?
Iron Man: Not just any mousetrap, it's a Stark 1000 time-traveling mousetrap. It can go back in time and catch the mouse before it eats the cheese.
Thor: I know not how to explain what I'm seeing, so I'm just going to shut my mouth and look surprised.