[To an exterminator who has come to spray the cockroaches in his barn]

Just what exactly do you think you're doing here?

I'm here to take care of your pest problem.

Pest problem? PEST?!

Yeah, you got one hell of an infestation.

[Referring to the human race]

You know, I've noticed an infestation here. Everywhere I look, in fact. Nothing but undeveloped, unevolved, barely conscious pond scum. Totally convinced of their own superiority as they scurry about their short, pointless lives.

Well, yeah. Uh, don't you wanna get rid of 'em?

Oh, in the worst way. [Kills the exterminator with his own pesticide]