I’ve had the finest string quartet in the world brought here to play for us.

Don't be such a stiff, Vic. We'd be good together.

Who are these people? Who... Who am I? I can't remember, but it's 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. I 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 it. I 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 it. Its...... 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥.

I am most impressed, Richards. While hardly the equal of my own vast armory, your weapons are rather sophisticated for a man who claims to be dedicated to world peace.

Don't be such a stiff, Vic. We'd be good together.

“Doom, I won’t let you go!” “Don’t be a sentimental fool, Richards!”

Why should I be denied the exquisite pleasure of fully humbling him?

Don't be such a stiff, Vic. We'd be good together.

I never figured you were dumb enough to get into bed with Doom again. What's the deal, Richards?

I think it does. Just a little bit. Same time next year?

Susan, those children mean the world to me. I am simply doing… what their father could not.

Victor von Doom and Reed Richards are but opposite sides of the same coin--

Reed stared at the empty board. “You seem to have misplaced your pieces, Victor.” “For men of our intellect? How ... materialistic of you, Richards.” Doom held up his hands, both closed into loose fists. “Choose for white,” he said.

Stand aside, Fantastic Four. I have come here only for your leader. Surrender Reed Richards now.

You and I are humanity's first, last, and only line of defense.

You cannot bait me into staying with caustic innuendos.

While you're loathe to admit it, we're one and the same.

I have one hundred and twenty-nine wholly separate plans to destroy Reed Richards, oppressor of the Latverian people, active at any given moment.

What did you do to me, Richards?

Doom: He had this way… this extremely frustrating way, of seeing a problem, not understanding what the problem was, not knowing why it was wrong or how to fix it exactly, but he could simply look at something and see what was wrong.

Victor von Doom and Reed Richards are but opposite sides of the same coin--

I failed you, Victor. If only there was a way to help you before it was too late.

I know I shouldn't wonder at Reed's deductions. At this moment, with my cosmic awareness, I do recognize that, of the two of us, he has always been the smarter man. His intelligence is rather humbling.

Valeria: My father. Reed. Tell me what you thought of him. Really. Doom: He had… some gifts. Some intellect… perception.. insight. His mind is nimble enough. Honestly, he didn't even really understand the gifts he had.

I do believe I like these Reeds.

“It's brilliant of Doom, really.” “Well, if you can stop being IMPRESSED for a minute, Reed, maybe--”

Victor! Can you hear me? Are you all right?

Only you could be hypnotic and condescending at the same time.

Only Reed Richards would make that mistake of once thinking Doom... friend.

Everything we’ve ever dreamed of, Reed. It’s here right now. We’re going to harness the energy of tomorrow. Here’s to the future, my friend.

Valeria: I’ll get you some clothes that fit your standard. Johnny: Is that…? Valeria: Yeah. It’s my dad’s spare uniform. Doom: Absolutely not! Valeria: It’s either this or you walk naked.

Doom... 𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳... things don't have to be like this!

Richards had said, “That wasn't necessary, Victor. We had the situation under control.” Victor, for God's sake? When did these two get to be on a first-name basis?

Victor von Doom and Reed Richards are but opposite sides of the same coin--

Don't be a fool, Victor! There's no fighting this! I'm begging you--

Nobody sees me. (Only Reed did.)

The teleporter in that doorway is very subtle and the wine very strong... but I can't help noticing we've been transported to another building. Your castle in Latveria, I suspect?

Doom: He had this way… this extremely frustrating way, of seeing a problem, not understanding what the problem was, not knowing why it was wrong or how to fix it exactly, but he could simply look at something and see what was wrong.

“ So it's just you and.. the cowhand, then?” “Stop looking over my shoulder for my dad, Victor. I have.”

I am impressed, Richards. A lesser man might have been momentarily disoriented by my unexpected assault, but YOU react without hesitation.

Let me d-die in peace… and R-Richards with m-me…

Do you really think you’re everything I deny in myself?

So, it's true. It really is you, isn't it, Victor? It's amazing. An artificial construct of reality. A world where there should be 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. Look at what you've 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦.

So alone... so vulnerable. Tut tut tut. I can't help myself. I must attend to Mr. Fantastic personally.

Oh, Victor... You never stood a chance, did you?

That voice! Despite its electronic distortions, I'd recognize it anywhere!

Valeria: All you knew how to do was threaten and preen and perform for Reed Richards. What’s that old expression? He lived “rent free” in your head.

Reed! We were college roommates -- lab partners -- best friends! Some of that must penetrate your mind!

Good enough. Let's go home, Victor.

You’ve got to rest, my friend.