- Alien Ambassador (segment "A Small Talent for War"): [seeing the World Peace Accords for the first time, the Ambassador laughs] I think you have misunderstood me. Your savagery is an issue. That's true. But, you see, on the thousands of planets under our control, we breed *warriors,* gentlemen. Warriors to fight for us across the galaxy! In your case, your savagery has not bred true. You are woefully backwards in the act of war. You fight erratically and clumsily. Your weapons are shockingly crude. And worst of all, in your hearts, you long for peace!
- [tosses the accord away]
- Alien Ambassador (segment "A Small Talent for War"): A small talent for war. Too small. Too small to be of any use to us. But no matter; we'll just have to try again elsewhere.
- [snaps his fingers to summon the armada of invading ships]
- Alien Ambassador (segment "A Small Talent for War"): But I thank you for a most amusing day. You people have a delightful sense in the absurd!
- [teleports away]
- Toby Michaels (segment "Monsters!"): You're going to kill me, and suck my blood, and recruit me into the army of the night.
- Emile Francis Bendictson (segment "Monsters!"): Read Mark Twain, boy. Twain won't fill your head with garbage.
- Toby Michaels (segment "Monsters!"): You like monsters, too?
- Emile Francis Bendictson (segment "Monsters!"): Look at me, boy. I am a monster. A vampire.