21: What’s the password?
The Monarch: I forgot. Oh, wait. I remember: “I’m the fucking Monarch.”

“You have been driven insane.”

21: My body became a muscled killing machine.
Hank: Well… don’t go crazy.
21: Well, you should’ve seen it before!
Hank: I did. Like, a million times.

“Lightning bolt! Lightning bolt! Lightning bolt! Sleep spell! Sleep spell!”

“Hey, souvenir! You can use ‘em like Halloween masks. Maybe Dean can go as a middle-aged security guard this year, huh?”

“I buried most of what I could find of 24. And with him, I buried my dreams.”

“I am not leaving until I get my Fresca.”

Dean: Okay, I don’t want to sound like a know-it-all, but-
Hank: It’s a little too late for that, Deano.
21: Aw, smack! I was just gonna say that!

21: Oh my God. I did it. It was me. I killed 24.
Dean: We all did, Gary. We all did.
Hank: Don’t blame me! I didn’t! And you’ve seriously gotta untie me, or you’re gonna have to scratch my hiney. Because my hiney totally itches.

“WHAT WOULD GIANT BOY DETECTIVE DO?”

“I’m only going to say this once: I don’t like you two. If you ever — EVER — try to give me an order again, I will kill you both and feed your tiny, rotting bodies to the neighborhood dogs!”

“What about you? Do I have to get a can of Raid and spray you?”