Innerspace (1987)

Kevin McCarthy: Victor Scrimshaw

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Quotes 

• Victor Scrimshaw : In lieu of champagne, how about some real pain? Propane?

• Victor Scrimshaw : Nuclear weapons, Jack. They mean nothing. Everybody's got 'em, nobody has the balls to use 'em. Am I right?

  [Jack shrugs, then tries to say something] 

  Victor Scrimshaw : Space, you say? Space is a flop. Didn't you know that?

  [Jack shakes his head] 

  Victor Scrimshaw : An endless junkyard of orbiting debris. Ah, but! - miniaturization, Jack. That's the ticket. That's the edge everybody's been looking for. Who will have that edge Jack? What country... will control miniaturization?

  [takes a puff of his cigar] 

  Victor Scrimshaw : Frankly, I don't give a shit. I'm only in this for the money. And that's why, Jack, we've got to get that little pod out

  [prods Jack's side] 

  Victor Scrimshaw : from inside of you!

  [laughs maniacally around his cigar] 

• [Lydia herds Scrimshaw and his thugs into the miniaturizer at gunpoint, while Jack is fiddling with the control panel] 

  Dr. Margaret Canker : Don't worry, they won't know how to close it.

  [the door closes over them] 

  Victor Scrimshaw : Certainly not. I'll get you for this, Margaret.

• [Scrimshaw, shrunk down to half his normal size, is grappling with Jack inside a speeding car] 

  Victor Scrimshaw : You insignificant little pipsqueak, I'm in charge here!

• [Margaret prepares to inject a miniaturized Igoe into Jack] 

  Victor Scrimshaw : Now, wait a minute. What happens once Igoe's taken control of their pod?

  Dr. Margaret Canker : Mr. Igoe will pilot the pod out through a tear duct or a sweat gland.

  Victor Scrimshaw : Why chance that? Once he's gotten control of the pod and takes the chip, let's re-enlarge.

  Dr. Margaret Canker : While it's still inside Mr. Putter?

  Victor Scrimshaw : Why not?

  Dr. Margaret Canker : Have you any idea what kind of mess that would make?

• Victor Scrimshaw : [trapped in the miniaturizer with Canker]  We're in here!

  Cop : Who's in there?

  Dr. Margaret Canker : The green button!

  Scrimshaw's Henchman : Dr. Canker?

  Victor Scrimshaw : [to the henchman]  Press the green button, you fool!

  Dr. Margaret Canker : He'll never find it!

  Victor Scrimshaw : The man's a high school graduate! The green button, you fool!

• Victor Scrimshaw : Come in here you Safeway clerk!

• Victor Scrimshaw : Putter, don't be a Putz! Get in here!

• [the Cowboy, disguised as a chauffeur, opens one of the suitcases] 

  The Cowboy : He has the chips on him.

  [Victor Scrimshaw and Dr. Margaret Canker, both still 50% shrunk, are hiding in the suitcase] 

  Victor Scrimshaw : Good. Good. Close the lid, close the lid.

  Dr. Margaret Canker : [grabs her neck]  I can't breathe in here.

  Victor Scrimshaw : Shut up, Margaret.