Seg-El: Wait! Wait. Let me just say one thing.
Lobo: Is it good-bye? Better make it good-bye. It'd make more sense if it was good-bye.
Seg-El: How about Brainiac? That's who you're looking for right? The Green Gooch? It's Brainiac.
Lobo: You know, I've been spending a long time looking for that a-hole. And then something activates the shithead scanner I left here, and when I arrive, what do I find? You two ass-smears and no Brainiac. Now, why is that?
Seg-El: Because he's dead. I killed him.
Lobo: You? With your long eyelashes and your beautiful, soft skin and that smell - you smell like a meadow, nah.
Adam Strange: It's a true story. I-I can vouch for him.
Seg-El: I can take you to the body if you want.
Lobo: Counter-proposal - you tell me where his body is, or I'll paint the forest floor with your medulla oblongata.
Seg-El: No, no, no, no, no. That's not going to happen. See, we're going to take you to the body, you're going to let us go, and noting is going to get painted. Huh? Sound like a deal?
Lobo: Fine! Have it your way. But fair fraggin' warning. If there is no body there when I arrive, best believe there will be two when I leave... as in you and pretty pants over there.
