Kevin McCarthy credited as playing...
Victor Scrimshaw
- Victor Scrimshaw: Nuclear weapons, Jack. They mean nothing. Everybody's got 'em, nobody has the balls to use 'em. Am I right?
- [Jack shrugs, then tries to say something]
- Victor Scrimshaw: Space, you say? Space is a flop. Didn't you know that?
- [Jack shakes his head]
- Victor Scrimshaw: An endless junkyard of orbiting debris. Ah, but! - miniaturization, Jack. That's the ticket. That's the edge everybody's been looking for. Who will have that edge Jack? What country... will control miniaturization?
- [takes a puff of his cigar]
- Victor Scrimshaw: Frankly, I don't give a shit. I'm only in this for the money. And that's why, Jack, we've got to get that little pod out
- [prods Jack's side]
- Victor Scrimshaw: from inside of you!
- [laughs maniacally around his cigar]
- [Lydia herds Scrimshaw and his thugs into the miniaturizer at gunpoint, while Jack is fiddling with the control panel]
- Dr. Margaret Canker: Don't worry, they won't know how to close it.
- [the door closes over them]
- Victor Scrimshaw: Certainly not. I'll get you for this, Margaret.
- [Scrimshaw, shrunk down to half his normal size, is grappling with Jack inside a speeding car]
- Victor Scrimshaw: You insignificant little pipsqueak, I'm in charge here!
- [Margaret prepares to inject a miniaturized Igoe into Jack]
- Victor Scrimshaw: Now, wait a minute. What happens once Igoe's taken control of their pod?
- Dr. Margaret Canker: Mr. Igoe will pilot the pod out through a tear duct or a sweat gland.
- Victor Scrimshaw: Why chance that? Once he's gotten control of the pod and takes the chip, let's re-enlarge.
- Dr. Margaret Canker: While it's still inside Mr. Putter?
- Victor Scrimshaw: Why not?
- Dr. Margaret Canker: Have you any idea what kind of mess that would make?
- Victor Scrimshaw: [trapped in the miniaturizer with Canker] We're in here!
- Cop: Who's in there?
- Dr. Margaret Canker: The green button!
- Scrimshaw's Henchman: Dr. Canker?
- Victor Scrimshaw: [to the henchman] Press the green button, you fool!
- Dr. Margaret Canker: He'll never find it!
- Victor Scrimshaw: The man's a high school graduate! The green button, you fool!
- [the Cowboy, disguised as a chauffeur, opens one of the suitcases]
- The Cowboy: He has the chips on him.
- [Victor Scrimshaw and Dr. Margaret Canker, both still 50% shrunk, are hiding in the suitcase]
- Victor Scrimshaw: Good. Good. Close the lid, close the lid.
- Dr. Margaret Canker: [grabs her neck] I can't breathe in here.
- Victor Scrimshaw: Shut up, Margaret.