- Nostalgia Critic: Seriously, Zod. What are you doing in this film?
- Zod: Well, remember when I said I did some movies in the past I wasn't very proud of?
- Nostalgia Critic: Oh. Well... yeah, but, I thought you meant, uh...
- Zod: What? Thought I meant what?
- Nostalgia Critic: I just kind of made the assumption that you... you...
- Zod: You thought I was doing porn, didn't you?
- Nostalgia Critic: It's just the way you're dressed, you know, I...
- Zod: No, no, no, no, no. I see. Just because a man wears all leather and exposes his man cleavage means he must be some sort of gentleman of the night!
- Nostalgia Critic: It's just most people outside of that industry don't usually dress that way.
- Zod: Well, according to The Matrix, all Houstonians dress this way. It doesn't mean I have sex for money!
- Nostalgia Critic: Okay, okay. I'm sorry I made that assumption.
- [to his astonishment, a porn director and a porn actress walk by Zod]
- Porn Director: Okay, Zod, ready when you are. Drop the pants, and let's get filming.
- [the Critic stares at Zod, who looks embarrassed]
- Zod: Well, I'm doing it now! That's only because some opportunities have opened up for me!
- Nostalgia Critic: [incredulously] Opportunities?
- Zod: Yes, apparently, when the Man of Steel lasers your balls off, everybody wants to see what it looks like. Might as well make a little cha-ching off of it.
- Nostalgia Critic: I'm gonna forget anything about your genitalia and get back to the review.
- Zod: Fine. I got work to do, too.
- [Zod leaves while zipping down his pants. The porn actress screams offscreen]
- Zod: Well, I guess I should get used to that.