Cabe: In the limo, you said a single spark could set off an explosion.
Walter: Yeah, that's what we want. Are we all in agreement?
Sly: I'm just going to grab the imaginary conch for a second here and say that I am concerned that if you light that match, it means the entire building, including us, will go kablooey!
Walter: I will set an explosion on a timer using the smoke alarm. The potassium chlorate on the match tips will ignite after a few seconds of connecting to the batteries, and then we will ride it out in that vault.
Happy: I'm going to take your invisible conch now, buddy, and tell you that your plan is crazier than a poop house rat.
Walter: The steel should be strong enough to shield us from the blast.
Toby: Taking the virtual conch, agreeing with actual fiance.
Sly: If I could take the virtual conch, just for a second.
Walter: Everyone just stop with the virtual conch! You know who has the virtual conch? The guy with the 197 IQ. And you know what's happening to it? [breaks virtual conch] The conch is dead. I am the conch. Scorpion is not a democracy. It is a logical dictatorship.