Micro: We’re friends. I was building up to call you “Frankie” one of these days.
Frank: That will never happen. In fact, you just lost “Frank” privileges. From now on, you can call me “Castle” or “hey you.”
Micro: Come on, Frank.
Micro: Come on, hey you.
Micro: It feels really good having you inside of me.
Micro: And by “you,” I mean your voice.
Micro: And by “me,” I mean my ear.
Micro: I’m gonna stop talking now.
Frank: That would be my preference.
Dinah: I’m easy-going!
Sam: Once I saw you use a ruler to measure another ruler.
Dinah: It was off by half a centimeter. It should have never been in circulation.
Frank: Do you remember when I said to you next time we would meet that I wouldn’t be so nice?
Frank: Okay. Welcome to the next time.
Micro: I made tea.
Frank: I don’t want tea.
Micro: I didn’t make tea for you. This is my tea.
Frank: Then why are you telling me?
Micro: It’s a conversation starter.
Frank: That’s a lousy conversation starter.
Micro: Oh, is it? We’re conversing. Checkmate.
Frank: Lieberman, if we get out of this alive, I will kill you!
Micro: So what’s my incentive to live?
Dinah: You’re a genius.
Dinah: Sorry, I was talking to myself.