Mickey: After a blast everything gets vaporised and sucked up into the atmosphere. And it rains back down to Earth... as radioactive dust.

Wendi: I don't want to be down here. I want to go now.
Mickey: I know, sweetie. But Uncle Mickey says we have to stay.
Wendi: Why?
Mickey: Because your face will melt off and your hair will fall out.

Delvin: What's the plan, Mickey?
Mickey: Well, my plan was to build a fallout shelter and take it easy while my pain-in-the-ass tenants barbecued above me.

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