Brad Garrett: Lobo

The Main Man: Part II

Lobo

Superman: If I let you out, do you swear to leave me and everyone else on Earth in peace?
Lobo: The Main Man's word is his bond, man... AH!
[He ducks aside as Superman punches a hole in the glass]

Preserver: Return to your enclosure immediately.
Lobo: Who's gonna make me?
[the small, wrinkled Preserver strains, and his outer shell breaks open, showing a huge, vicious monster emerging]
Lobo: ...I'm gonna have to stop saying that.

Preserver: [in his powerful monstrous state, strangling Lobo] How could I ever think trash like you was worth saving?
Lobo: I got a nice smile... ?

Lobo: Come on, man, they've got me so stuffed with gas I can barely move! I gotta get out of here!
Superman: So you can attack the Earth again? I don't think so.
[walks away]
Lobo: All right, I don't need you! I'm the Main Man! You hear me, you rag-fragging geekwad?
Alien Girls: Oh, my... such language.
[the girls extend their gas nozzles and spray Lobo]
Lobo: It might take me a week, it might take me ten years, but I'm gonna bust out...
[coughing]
Lobo: And kick that big red "S" of yours all over the galaxy! Right after I'm done nuking the earth into *guacamole*! And that's a promise!

Lobo: [In a Preserver-induced hallucination] Man, I don't know where I am or how I got here, but I'm glad I...
[he walks into the wall of his cage, bringing him back to reality]
Lobo: Oof!
Superman: [from the next cage] Morning.
Lobo: Suddenly, it's all coming back to me.

[Superman and Lobo are dodging blaster fire from bounty hunters in the Collector's zoo]
Superman: Friends of yours?
Lobo: My bridge club.

Sqweek: It's my brother Gnaww. He's come to rescue me.
Lobo: [flicking him head-first into a hole in the ground] In your dreams, Sqweek.

Lobo: And that's how come I was so late getting back here, Spewgie.
Emperor Spooj: I knew you'd never let me down, Lobo, despite rumors to the contrary. But what about Superman and the rest of those creatures?
Lobo: That's the weirdest part. Me, I'd have let the critters drift, or maybe host a three-year barbecue. Not old Supes. Said he had a place all picked out for 'em.
[on Earth, Superman arrives at the Fortress of Solitude, where the creatures are safely enclosed]
Lobo: I guess that boy's just a sucker for hard-luck cases.

Lobo: I think I stepped in something.
[sinking a little into sand, he's then picked up and thrown into a wall by the tail of a large serpent-like monster]
Lobo: [Superman saves him from another strike] Thanks. I owe you.
[the monster knocks Superman down and lifts him to its mouth]
Lobo: Whoa. That's gonna hurt.
Superman: [holding its mouth open] Lobo, thought you said you owed me.
Lobo: What, now? Oh, whoopty-fraggin'-do.

Lobo: Soon as that gas wears off, I'm grinding that Preserver geek into kibble and feeding him to his varmints.
Superman: We should just get our ships and leave.
Lobo: You want to run? Fine. Your wimpy little toy rocket is in the south hangar, right where I left it. Me, I'm staying to feed Wrinkles 31 different flavors of pain.
Preserver: [watching a surveillance monitor] I give the lessons in discipline here, Czarnian.

Superman: [after being zapped by the Preserver's robotic guards] Thanks, big mouth.
Lobo: I didn't know they were armed!
Superman: [ducking more fire] Neither one of us is back to full strength.
Lobo: If they drag us back in those cages, they'll probably strap our butts to the floor with razor wire. Not that it ain't a pleasurable way to perk up an otherwise ho-hum evening, but I do have me that prisoner to deliver.