Repo Man: There, now surrender!
He-Man: Surrender to what, torso boy?
Repo Man: Umm... well...
He-Man: That's it, into the dungeon with you until this nasty tax business blows over.
Repo Man: Wait, no! Stop or I'll say stop again!
~clang~
He-Man: There you go, I even brought your legs in to keep you company.
Repo Man: You can't do this! You're interfering with an official legal act of theft!
He-Man: Quiet down, I'm going up to the battlements to watch the Simpsons. If I hear a peep out of you... I?ll... come down here and issue more idle threats!
Repo Man: You can't do this to me. I'll show you... hehe, you want to hear the most annoying sound in the world? EEHHHGHHHRRRREEEAAAAAHHHHGGGG!
He-Man: Ahhhh! Make it stop!
Repo Man: Wait, you forgot to let me out! You can't just leave me here!
He-Man: Fuck you! Just rot in there, you annoying bastard!
Repo Man: I brought this on myself. If I had control of my legs, I'd kick myself.
IRS: I hereby declare this castle property of Irwin R. Shyster!
Skeletor: Now hold on, Wall-Street, what do you want with a castle? Why don't you just get out of the way and let me in.
IRS: Just hand over seized property? That's against regulations! I?ve killed men over breaking regulations!
IRS: If you want Castle Greyskull, you'll have to pay for it. There'll be an auction at noon. Until then this is my house, and you best not be up in it! Now get off my lawn before I bust a cap in ya!
Skeletor: I?d like to see ya try, you putrid pencil pushing poindexter!
IRS: Practice your alliteration on me, will ya?