In Dr. Horrible's living room. Moist is trying to open a jar.
Most:
k** someone?
Dr. Horrible:
Would you do it? To get into the Evil League of Evil?
Most:
Look at me man. I'm Moist. At my most bada** I make people feel like they wanna take a shower. I'm not E.L.E. material.
Dr. Horrible:
k**ing's not elegant or creative. It's not my style.
Most:
You've got more than enough evil hours to get into the Henchman's Union.
Dr. Horrible:
*PSSH* I'm not a henchman. I'm Dr. Horrible; I've got a PhD in Horribleness.
Most:
Is that the new catchphrase?
Dr. Horrible:
I deserve to get in; you know I do. But k**ing?
Most:
Hourgla** says she knows a kid in Iowa, grows up to be President. That'd be... big.
Dr. Horrible:
I'm not gonna k** a little kid.
Most:
Smother an old lady!
Dr. Horrible:
Do I even know you?!