Hank: What's your problem with our dad anyway?!
The Monarch: (awkwardly) Well, I- he- he's my nemesis. My archenemy.
Dean: I don't think pop thinks you're his archenemy.
The Monarch: Come on, I'm sure the walls of the Venture Compound are practically caked with the lingering curses of the Monarch's name.
Dean: Uhh, no. I've never even heard him mention you.
Hank: Yeah, I always thought Baron Ãœnderbheit was dad's arch-enemy.
The Monarch: (astounded) Ãœnderbheit!?! Why, that dime-store Doctor Doom isn't fit to -- just you wait til your father calls me back