Men in Black: The Series/Season 4

The Musical Chairs Syndrome [4.1] The Spectacle Syndrome [4.2] Worm 1: Where are we? Worm 2: Somewhere over the... cappachino? Worm 3: And you were there, and you, and you. Worm 4: No more double espressos for me. The Back to School Syndrome [4.3] K: Congratulations, Slick. So who are you taking to the prom? Zeeltor: Ah, Agent J. I fashioned an array of school supplies that should prove quite handy on your new assignment. For example... [picks up a backpack] J: What is that? Zeeltor: Why, it's a backpack. J: I know that, but what freaky thing does it do? Zeeltor: Do? Agent J. You put books in it. J: Uh-huh. [takes the backpack] Uh-huh. What about this here? [picks up a nearby calculator] Looks like a... calculator. Zeeltor: Yes! It performs calculations! J: Yo, doc! I thought you were gonna hook me up with some super fly gear. I could by this stuff at the drugstore. Zeeltor: Can you, really? Hm.. I must pay a visit. The Opening Gambit Syndrome [4.4] Dr Zan'dozz Zeeltor: Oh yes, Alpha, the original head of MIB! Whatever became of him? K: Went nuts. Tried to take over the universe. Dr. Zan'dozz Zeeltor: [still happy] Oh! Alpha: We had a deal, Vangus. I hope you intend to uphold your end. Vangus: That was thirty Earth years past. Things have changed. Alpha: One thing hasn't: your mission will fail again. It's only with my help that you Ixions will be able to defeat MIB and commence full-scale invasion. You get the oil, I get to rule the people. [showing his new metal claw] With an iron fist, of course. J: Okay, Alpha. You've got me in check, now throw me a pawn. How come the Ixions didn't invade thirty years ago? Alpha: Timing, dear boy. Your boss Zed nearly stumbled onto our little gambit. I convinced the Ixions to try again later. K: But they got a little tired of waiting, didn't they, Alpha? The Future's So Bright Syndrome [4.5] The Loose Ball Foul Syndrome [4.6] The Hots For Jay Syndrome [4.7] J: Atoms releasing energy, huh? So I'm kinda like a walking, talking, nuclear reactor! Dr. Zan'dozz Zeeltor: Precisely! Like Three-Mile Island! J: That... blew up... Dr. Zan'dozz Zeeltor: Blew up. Melted down. I say "to-mah-to", you say "to-may-to". The Circus Parade Syndrome [4.8] The Virtual Crossfire Syndrome [4.9] The Breaking News Syndrome [4.10] The Zero to Superhero Syndrome [4.11] The Endgame Syndrome (1) [4.12] Madame President: So you're telling me there's been a secret organization called the Men in Black for the last forty sum odd years? So secret that no president even knew about it? Zed: Yes. Well, except for Nixon of course. Say what you will about the man, he could keep a secret. The Endgame Syndrome (2) [4.13] Alpha: [observing the destroyed MIB headquarters] Ah, the old clubhouse. Such a shame, so many fond memories... But as we say on Earth, one can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. Vangus: Omelette... Eggs... Good one! Vangus: Destroying MIB did not deliver instant victory as you promised. Alpha: Patience, Vangus. When one slips it slowly, the nectar of victory is that much sweeter. Vangus: These air strikes are wasteful! It is time for a new strategy: destroy the planet, then its oil reserves ooze out. K: Kind of puts a crimp in your plans, doesn't it, Alpha? Vangus: Quiet! Alpha: Agent K makes a cogent point. An annihilated Earth would leave no populace, no one for me to rule. Vangus: Can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.