Skeletor: Hey. You wanna be a minion?
Shredder: But I don'?t wanna be a minion! I want to conquer the roooooommm!
Skeletor: I see you're a man after my own heart.
Shredder: Is this some kind of gay thing?
Skeletor: No.
Shredder: You're sure?
Skeletor: Y... yes.
Skeletor: Okay then, I offer a different proposal.
Shredder: Now that is a gay thing, right?
Skeletor: What is your obsession with gay jokes? I mean we should be partners.
Shredder: Look, I'm just not into that kind of thing, not that there's anything wrong with it.
Skeletor: No, no. I mean we should join together.
Shredder: No means no, mister!
Skeletor: ~sigh~ Look, just help me conquer that castle over there, and you can rule the rest of the room, got it? Now we should have a minion to do all the real work.
Shredder: Say no more, I'll go to my favorite source.
Brow: Welcome to Mail Order Minions. If ya need a helpin' hand, just call M.O.M.
Shredder: We need a minion.
Brow: No shit? Why else would you fucking come here?
Skeletor: Stimulating conversation?
Brow: I'm not into any of that stimulating stuff.