Category: dr. i.q. hi

Conversation

Duck Dodgers: I hear you been looking for me. I’m flattered.
Dr. I.Q. Hi: It’ll pass.

Conversation

Dr. I.Q. Hi: We have a launch.
Duck Dodgers: Already? I haven’t even had breakfast yet.

Conversation

Duck Dodgers: Gee, it’s sthmall for an ultimate weapon.
Dr. I.Q.: That’s not the weapon, Dodgers! That’s just the remote control!
Dodgers: I knew that.

Regular

Duck Dodgers: [connected to alien tech] Is this thing sthafe?
Dr. I.Q. Hi: It’s intended for the originator of the memories. It’ll either work, or your head will explode.
I.Q.: You asked.

Conversation

Dr. I.Q.: Dodgers! With the entire fate of Earth at hand you stop to eat?
Duck Dodgers: I’m hungry.

Conversation

Duck Dodgers: You’re dethpicable.
Cadet: Y-y-y-you’re out.
Dr. I.Q. Hi: You’re fired.
Dodgers: You’re the lowest.
Cadet: Y-y-y-you’re trash.
I.Q.: You’re on your own.

If you believe in the ethereal theory that eve…

If you believe in the ethereal theory that everything happens for a reason, then it wasn’t your fault.  Technically, however… you’re a goof-up.

Conversation

Cadet: H-h-how is Dodgers bearing up under his W-W-W-Washington assignment, I.Q.?
Dr. I.Q. Hi: The question is, how is Washington bearing up.

Regular

Duck Dodgers [to Dr. I.Q. Hi] What *is* it?
I.Q. : It’s a rent in the space-time continuum.
Dodgers: [to Cadet] What *is* it?
Cadet: The s-s-stasis room f-f-freezes time, you know, makes time s-s-s-stand still.  S-so whenever you have a leak, it must p-p-preserve whatever it’s leaked into, and it’s leaked into this room.
Dodgers: [to I.Q.] What *is* it?
I.Q.: It’s singularity, a point in the Universe where the normal laws of space and time don’t apply.
Dodgers: [to Cadet] What *is* it?
Cadet: It’s a hole back into the past.
Dodgers: Oh, a magic door!  Well, why didn’t you sthay?

Conversation

Duck Dodgers: I.Q., I sthee your point. You may be onto sthomething. The Univerthe is in danger but don’t you worry, no-sthiree Bob, I’m on the job! I’ll stop these two wretched creatures and foil their little plan! I’ll mmm-hmm-hmm-mmm.
I.Q. Hi: Well, again we’re doomed.