Son of the Mask
2005
Loki: I'm a god. I can shape-shift. I can create stuff out of nothingness. I can alter the fabric of reality. So please quit being a knucklehead.
Dr Neuman: I don't like it here.
Odin: Now there's a baby, born of The Mask!
(repeated line) Loki: Where's my *mask*?
Otis: Sssssmokin!
Daniel Moss: Who's that green guy?
Tim Avery: Hey, Loki. (suddenly picks up a phone receiver and shouts) Give me back my son!
Museum Person: Good God! Loki: And don't you forget it!
Loki: Thanks for dropping by. Museum Security Guard: Dropping? Loki: Bye!
Tonya Avery: Okay, I'm just gonna say it. That was flat out embarassing.
Tonya Avery: Honey, you look hot.
(repeated line) Odin: Looookkiiiiiiii!
Odin: Now, find that mask, before I open up a can of lightning on you!
Odin: (in the body of a shopkeeper) You know, Thor never gave me this kind of trouble. Loki: Oh, here we go again with the Thor crap. Thor, Thor, Thor! You know, father, I'm not like Thor. I'm never gonna be like Thor. I just wish that - can't you just love me for who I am and not for who I'm not? Odin: No! I want you to be more like Thor!
(first lines) Dr Neuman: The Mifulu represent a fascinating example of failed culture. The people of the Mifulu communicated entirely in rhyme, although that's actually less impressive than it sounds, because their language only contained one vowel. Also, if you've noticed, the only artifacts we've been able to unearth are primitive musical instruments. The Mifulu's had plenty of drums, guitars, harmonicas and the like, but no weapons or tools. So, in essence, they had rhythm, they had music, but they had no hammers and spears, so they died. In any case, this brings us to the final room of the tour and my personal favorite, the hall of Norse Mythology.
(last lines) Tonya Avery: Yay! Yay! Honey, oh, that was such a good show. But, I think you might need to add another character. Tim Avery: What? Really? Tonya Avery: Yeah. Tim Avery: What do you think about that Double A? A little brother or sister? How does that sound?
Tim Avery: Okay, you give me Alvey, and the mask is yours. Loki: (takes the mask and turns away with Alvey) I can't let go. I've grown attached. Tonya Avery: Alvey! Tim Avery: Hey, we had a deal! Loki: I'm the God of friggin' Mischief, what did you expect?