"You wouldn't have had much luck talking me into something I wasn't already inclined to do. The feelings were already there, and that's not on you. It's on me."
"Look, first of all, all you need to do is invest in a Thighmaster or something, Boy Wonder. If Suzanne Somers can do it, you can do it. Two, don't all you super-folks wear your undies on the outside anyway?"
"I'll keep that in mind. And wearing my underwear on the outside is a lot different than just wearing my underwear. I'll leave that second one for people who are willing to shave their legs. I'm not. I have an intimate, personal relationship with each and every one of my hairs."
"It was one of the job requirements. 'Able to crack jokes.' It was right between 'able to keep secrets' and 'willing to wear undergarments in a manner that may be seen by others.'"
"Seriously, what is with that? I mean, you've got, say, Superman, all truth, justice, and the American way, and you're supposed to take him seriously, but I'm sitting there and all I can think about is the super-undies kinda call attention to his super-junk, and I really don't think that's what I'm supposed to be focusing on--"
Tim is less successful stifling laughter this time. "I... would really like to unthink that thought. I work with Superman on occasion. I really can't be focusing on his groin when I do."
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