"Detective, you have attempted to destroy us. But now I have you in my power."
"Boss, I'll just shoot her in the head right now, shall I?"
("I'm blonde and I'm hot. Have you seen my bosom?")
"No, minion. Tonight, with everything at stake, we take no chances on such unsure things as a bullet in the brain."
("Hello. Hello. Can anybody hear me? I'm still blonde and I'm actually hotter than I let on before. My rack really should be checked out before anyone makes any irreversible decisions.")
"Just saying, shooting them in the head, that always does the trick. Even works with zombies."
("My chest is a-heaving. Look. Look. It's proper a-heaving.)
"Ignoramus! A foolproof method is essential if we are to rid ourselves once and for all of the threat posed by this woman and her colleagues."
"Please, let's just fill her with lead right here, right now. Or stab her. Or drown her. There are so many ways..."
("No straight men around? Really?")
"Negative. I have already conceived the ideal Modus Operandi. You shall expend considerable time and energy transporting her to some vague, far-away place, then you will hold a gun to her head while minion no. 2 uses a bargain-bin Pimp-My-Ride van to mow her down and end her pathetic life."
"Um, boss, that doesn't sound like the most..."
("Any lesbians in the house? Can I get a 'I hate men'?")
"Question not my judgement, fool! My nefarious plan is perfect. Nothing can go wrong. Now, make it so. Success is assured. The battle is won!"
"Boss, I'll just shoot her in the head right now, shall I?"
("I'm blonde and I'm hot. Have you seen my bosom?")
"No, minion. Tonight, with everything at stake, we take no chances on such unsure things as a bullet in the brain."
("Hello. Hello. Can anybody hear me? I'm still blonde and I'm actually hotter than I let on before. My rack really should be checked out before anyone makes any irreversible decisions.")
"Just saying, shooting them in the head, that always does the trick. Even works with zombies."
("My chest is a-heaving. Look. Look. It's proper a-heaving.)
"Ignoramus! A foolproof method is essential if we are to rid ourselves once and for all of the threat posed by this woman and her colleagues."
"Please, let's just fill her with lead right here, right now. Or stab her. Or drown her. There are so many ways..."
("No straight men around? Really?")
"Negative. I have already conceived the ideal Modus Operandi. You shall expend considerable time and energy transporting her to some vague, far-away place, then you will hold a gun to her head while minion no. 2 uses a bargain-bin Pimp-My-Ride van to mow her down and end her pathetic life."
"Um, boss, that doesn't sound like the most..."
("Any lesbians in the house? Can I get a 'I hate men'?")
"Question not my judgement, fool! My nefarious plan is perfect. Nothing can go wrong. Now, make it so. Success is assured. The battle is won!"