Agent Hellboy. Look, Agent,
l know you don’t like me, but l could take
away your badge. Never had one. Kept asking, though. You will learn to
obey me, follow protocol and stay fockused
at all times. Oh, that word ”fockused.” Yeah, with your
accent, l wouldn’t
use it that much. l knew Professor Broom,
young man. You didn’t know
Professor Broom. Yes, l did. After my accident…
Shut up. Shut up. …he designed
this containment suit. A wonderful man. And even then
he was worried
about your future. He… Hey, Gas Bag, stop it! Right now. Or what?
Are you threatening me? Because l think
l can take you. Excuse me? You heard me. l couldn’t hear you
from all the way over there. l can take you
because you have
one fatal flaw. Oh, l wanna hear it. No, you don’t.
You can’t take criticism. Try me. Can’t take it. (SHOUTING)
What’s my flaw? Your temper.
It gets the best of you. Makes you weak.
Makes you vulnerable. (CHOKING) Oh, crap. Johann. (GASPING) (CHOKING) Johann? Johann? Hey, Johann? Come on, pal.
Hang in there,
will you? Johann? Johann? Damn. (JOHANN SHOUTS) Ow! (JOHANN SHOUTING) There we are. Your temper,
it makes you sloppy. Try to control it,
Agent Hellboy. Before it controls you. (SINGING IN GERMAN) Glasshole.