Bionic Six

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Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett, Meg Bennett, Eric Bennett, Jack Bennett, Helen Bennett, J.D. Bennett:
Bionics on!

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Bionic-1, Mother-1, I.Q., Karate-1, Rock-1, Sport-1:
Bionic Link.

Helen Bennett:
Well, I'm surprised it wasn't on TV. I mean - the destruction of an entire island. And I may have the only surviving cyclops lobster in existence.

Jack Bennett:
[not listening] That's nice, honey; we can have it for dinner tomorrow.

Helen Bennett:
Doesn't anybody care about my discovery? My adventure? My near brush with...

Jack Bennett:
Oh, gosh, I'm sorry. No, really, I-I, I just...

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Sharp to Bionic Six, Sharp to Bionic Six.

Jack Bennett:
Bionic-1 online, Professor.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Report to SPL immediately. Emergency.

Jack Bennett:
On the way, Professor. It sounds important, honey. You turn off the stove and I'll get the kids. They've been dying for something interesting to happen all day.

Helen Bennett:
Oh, sure, anything's more interesting than boring old Mom's lobster story.

Karate-1:
[technology's inability to function in Shariar results in them forced to crash-land Skydancer though with no real damage] Is this any way to run an airline? [everyone laughs]

Prince Ahmed:
You are but Aladdin's dream.

Bionic-1:
[lifting him by the throat and bracing himself to punch] Dream, huh? Well, I'll be *your* nightmare if you don't tell me where she is!

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[looking on the wrong wrist] Now, uh, where did I put my watch?

Dr. Scarab:
Show we that you can do *something* right.

Glove:
[quietly] I'll show you something, Dr. Scarab. Something you'll never forget. Or will you?

Gen. Brillig:
What'll they think of next?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I dunno, General. I haven't thought of it.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
My enhancer organizes the electrical firing between nerve synapses in the brain in a much more efficient manner than mega-doses of phenilatin and ocadine and vitamins such as codeine.

Gen. Brillig:
[clearing his throat] Uh... sure. You wanna run that by me again?

Glove:
Madame-O - how about a musical diversion?

Madame-O:
Certainly, darling. I always play requests.

Mechanic:
[lifted by him] Hey, what's up?

Bionic-1:
You are, bright boy, but not for long. [throws him]

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
This is not my brother's work. Wilmer was at least neat.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
He's extremely intelligent. After all, he is my brother.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
You be a good boy, Wilmer, and we'll have pudding for dessert. [quietly to the others] Ah, Wilmer always loved pudding. Aunt Hilda used to fix it for us after school.

Glove:
Were you stupid enough to think only that bald-headed fat man had power?

Mechanic:
Uhhh, I don't like Chopper. But I don't like him less than I don't like you, Glove.

Glove:
Your loyalty is touching, Mechanic.

Glove:
There's only two things in this world worth fighting for: money, and power.

Mother-1:
Professor Sharp, what if he's still evil. A Scarab that can absorb any information he wants can be even more dangerous than the old Scarab.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
No, no, no, it couldn't happen; the old Scarab doesn't exist anymore. Wilmer will be good as long as he's taught to be good.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I'd like Wilmer to spend time with a nice normal family.

Bionic-1:
Huh?

Mother-1:
Uh, Professor, is it safe? Uh, what if something goes wrong, if he's accidentally exposed to something evil?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
That's why the family I want Wilmer to visit is the Bennetts.

Glove:
Move, you fools. This is a robbery, not a dance.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[of Scarab's old gang] Darn, I should be more careful; I can't risk having Wilmer exposed to such bad influences.

Glove:
Time to go!

Chopper:
At least Scarab let me rumble first.

Glove:
I knew I was a natural leader. [a blast knocks him off the roof] Help! Catch me!

Bionic-1:
Looks like the lunatics have taken over the asylum.

Dr. Scarab:
[chuckling wryly adjusting the volume on the showing of the robbery] I can't have Maddy interrupting my education.

Bionic-1:
Right makes might, Glove.

Glove:
Where did ya learn that one, The Heroes' Handbook?

Dr. Scarab:
That Glove is good but - he's no leader.

Dr. Scarab:
Your pudding is bigger than mine. I want yours.

Dr. Scarab:
I thought you were gonna be a dog.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Tough luck, kid - kid - kiddo.

Dr. Scarab:
F.L.U.F.F.I., do you have a small screwdriver?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[several pop out of his fingers] Metric - or - standard?

[first lines]

Dr. Scarab:
[as the Bennetts fight free] Stop destroying my plants.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[after getting free of a man-eating plant] Now I know how toothpaste feels.

Jack Bennett:
[of Scarab] There's one last weed in this garden.

Dr. Scarab:
You're just jealous. I'm smarter than you and you don't like it!

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Absolutely anything could change him and - send him back to a life of evil; I... I can't let it happen again.

Mechanic:
I wonder what I'll do with all the money and power when I got it.

Glove:
That is a problem you won't have very long, dear Mechanic.

Sharp's Computer:
I'm sorry, Glove, but you cannot have access. The weapons files are for Dr. Scarab only.

Glove:
[aiming] Computer... I've just loaded a thermal missile. Now may I *please* have access!

Sharp's Computer:
On second thought, Glove, you are cleared for access override.

Dr. Scarab:
[his voice returning to its deeper more sinister pitch] I'm sure Maddy won't mind my borrowing his equipment. A-after all, it's all... in the family.

[laughs]

Glove:
And if there are any mistakes, I'll blast you into a million tiny bits.

Mechanic:
[Someone blasts the door down] Uh, it's the boss.

Glove:
No. It can't be!

Dr. Scarab:
Hold it there, Glove. Or I'll blast you "into a million tiny bits."

Glove:
[realizing Scarab doesn't know them] We, uh... uh, know you through your brother, Professor Sharp.

Glove:
Are you challenging me?

Dr. Scarab:
Well, I - I've just done that, remember? And you lost. You also failed to properly seal the cordomite. And you left an ionic trail any child could follow.

Jack Bennett:
Nobody threatens my family.

Dr. Scarab:
Forgive my informality, but for some reason I feel more comfortable sitting.

Karate-1:
It could be because you're a big tub of lard.

Mother-1:
This is the Marianus Trench; it's over 36,000 feet deep.

I.Q.:
Because of the intense pressure its bottom has never been explored.

Karate-1:
Well, ya know what I always stay: if ya can't stand the pressure, get outta the ocean.

Bionic-1:
Karate-1's right, in his own strange way. We've got to go a lot deeper to test the gravitron.

Rock-1:
[of the firefly fish] It's absolutely stroboscopic.

Karate-1:
Very illuminating.

I.Q.:
Ronnie *was* handling himself pretty well down there, Mr. Gordon.

Mr. Gordon:
I appreciate your looking after him, I.Q., but his mother and I feel he needs, special care.

I.Q.:
[quietly] I guess. But maybe less than you think.

Madame-O:
Oooh, you're so good when you're bad.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[seeing a parallel dimension where a man is able to divide himself in half to avoid being hit by a car] I've heard of splitting the scene, but that was ridiculous.

Jack Bennett:
This Parallel Dimension-Viewer of yours is always amazing, Professor.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
You mean my PDP?

J.D. Bennett:
Your what, Professor?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
The Parallel-Dimension Viewer. I've renamed it the PD*P*, the Parallel Dimension-*Portal*.

Helen Bennett:
J.D., you're a brilliant young man. Someday you'll meet someone who'll appreciate that.

J.D. Bennett:
Sure, like a game-show host.

J.D. Bennett:
You know, Professor, most theories have the dinosaurs dying out over a period anywhere from, two to twenty-thousand years. No one's ever put it at exactly ten years before.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Well, that's because I only discovered it this morning, when I found out that they all died of radiation poisoning.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Amazing, isn't it? I've been setting it up on my spare weekends.

J.D. Bennett:
It's some kind of thermo-generator. But it's not nuclear.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Nuclear, don't be crude; this baby is a generator, but a virtual chronographic generator.

Eric Bennett:
It's a what?

J.D. Bennett:
A time-machine.

Helen Bennett:
Where are you taking us this time?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Not "where", Helen. "When".

Dr. Denise Lund:
[of Chopper and Madame-O] Who are these people?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Friends of the family.

Madame-O:
[running] Time for a timely retreat, darlings.

Mother-1:
[on the rise above] Going somewhere, "darling"?

Mother-1:
[spinning Madame-O around preparing to throw her] This'll give your hair that windblown look.

Mechanic:
I wanna see the dinosaurs. I love dinosaurs.

Dr. Scarab:
No, you can't go, you idiot. I need you here. You'll never be able to fool them into thinking you're a scientist.

Mechanic:
Madame-O's goin'. And she doesn't even like lizards.

Dr. Scarab:
I'll blast you to death, you half-human monkey wrench.

Dr. Scarab:
[after permitting Glove to accompany the others on the mission to stop him crying] Sometimes I'm... just too nice.

Meg Bennett:
What do you do in the middle of the Mojave Desert?

Rock-1:
Dad's got a five-minute head start, but *he's* driving. *I'll* be *running*.

Helen Bennett:
[Rock-1 blazes by] Ooh. That's the first cool breeze I've felt since we came here.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[to Glove] I'd like to get you alone in a dark alley.

Madame-O:
But he's not alone, sweetie.

Mechanic:
Uh, nope. There's, uh - uh, there's, uh...

Madame-O:
Three, you moron.

Mechanic:
Yeah! There's three of us, you moron.

Dr. Denise Lund:
[Madame-O in disguise] You'll be comfy in here, darlings, until we come back for you. That is, *if* we come back for you. [laughs]

Eric Bennett:
She either went off to catch up with Dad and Bunji...

J.D. Bennett:
Or she's off brooding somewhere, listening to a tape of The Titanium Cows or some other rock group.

Helen Bennett:
[of the Mesozoic jungle] It's beautiful.

Eric Bennett:
Heavily populated, too.

Eric Bennett:
[stopping Glove as Dr. Johnson from attacking a pterodactyl] Remember: never throw stones at the home team. Too dangerous.

Dr. Scarab:
Computer.

Scarab's Computer:
I am online.

Dr. Scarab:
Well, then, fix the blasted video-communicators.

Scarab's Computer:
[as the picture fades in and out] Is that better, Dr. Scarab?

Dr. Scarab:
No, it's worse. You transistorized twit.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
I was able to meditate and make my hands smaller. But each time I do the manacles automatically tighten.

Bionic-1:
[of the T-rex] I've got Jabberjaws under control.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Don't hurt the dinosaurs, no matter what.

Bionic-1:
[grins wryly in the tyrannosaurus' jaw] Ya hear that, fella? *I'm* not supposed to hurt *you*.

Bionic-1:
[to the T-rex] Now I know why you became extinct. Bad breath.

Bionic-1:
[of Chopper and Klunk] Looks like we're being attacked by two more prehistoric reptiles.

Karate-1:
Yeah. A jerkosaurus and an uglysaurus.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Jack Bennett must have sent for the Bionic Six.

Bionic-1:
Rock-1, give us some heavy metal.

Karate-1:
[leaps to land with his legs around Klunk's neck so Bionic-1 is freed] I got 'im! I got 'im! [Klunk grabs him and throws him off] I lost him! I lost him!

Karate-1:
[freeing her after knocking Chopper away] What's on the hit parade, Rock-1?

Rock-1:
Here's the pitch-hit of the week. [blasts Chopper]

Karate-1:
[spinning the chain Chopper's tied to on his ankle] Spin-cise in thirty seconds.

Bionic-1:
I learned this little stunt from Sport-1. [flings a pipe at the airship]

Karate-1:
[flinging Klunk away on Chopper's chain] And he lets 'im fly; it looks like a good one.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Bionic-1, Rock-1, and Karate-1 will track down the dinosaurs and attempt to round them up.

Karate-1:
Hey, just like cowboys. Or, uh, dino-boys.

Helen Bennett:
You can't leave us here unprotected!

Glove:
Are you kidding? Of course I can.

Mechanic:
We'll be back to getcha. Or, uh, what's *left* of ya.

J.D. Bennett:
[chuckling] Hey, you have read a science book.

Eric Bennett:
Only if it has pictures.

Karate-1:
O-kay, partners. Let's git them tirty-ton doggies in line.

Rock-1:
Am I gonna have to put up with his dumb cowboy jokes all night?

Bionic-1:
He's just trying to lighten things up.

Karate-1:
Yeah, whoopee-ti-yi-yay and all that stuff.

Rock-1:
It's getting a little *too* light if ya ask me.

Karate-1:
Aw, shucks, Professor. We ain't headed, for the last roundup I reckon.

Rock-1:
If he keeps doing this I'm gonna scream.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
We don't have much time.

[Chuckles wryly]

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
And there's more truth to that than I care to admit.

Madame-O:
[searching for radiation] Put that gun away. It's messing up the Geiger counter.

Bionic-1:
There's no doubt where they've gone.

Karate-1:
Or as they say, back on the Ponderosa...

Rock-1:
You're not gonna say it...

Karate-1:
They went that-a-way.

Rock-1:
He didn't really *say* that...

Sport-1:
Hi, sports-fans!

I.Q.:
[to Mechanic] Care to dance, Cuddles?

Glove:
[of Helen, J.D., and Eric] They must have escaped through the doorway, and sent in the Bionic Six!

Madame-O:
We should thank them in the future - a future without the Bionic Six.

Mother-1:
If you hit that stegosaurus you'll change the future.

Glove:
Well, a little change never hurt anybody...

Madame-O:
*Shut up*. You fool. They'll hear us.

Sport-1:
You're right!

Glove:
I hate a snotty kid. Especially a bionic one.

Sport-1:
[catches the missile thrown at him] I hope that wasn't your best pitch, Glove. Here's a lesson. [flings it back]

Mechanic:
[shaking the palm tree he's in] Hey, come on down and fight me.

I.Q.:
No, I really think you should come up *here*.

Mechanic:
[climbing] Uhhhh... You'll be sorry you said that.

I.Q.:
[offering a hand] Here - let me help.

Mechanic:
[taking it] Oh, thanks. [I.Q. flings him up and away]

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[laughs] Ah, what timing! John Wayne would've been proud.

Karate-1:
Well, partner, we've come to the end of the roundup, I reckon.

Rock-1:
That's it. I'm givin' him 'til sundown to get outta town.

Dr. Scarab:
How can my army be defeated by a herd of prehistoric reptiles, with brains the size of peas?

Mechanic:
[Shocks himself connecting two wires] YOWWWWW!

Glove:
It's a mystery to *me*...

J.D. Bennett:
I asked Denise out for a date.

Helen Bennett:
She turned you down?

J.D. Bennett:
Yeah. Looks like there's someone else she's interested in.

Helen Bennett:
Who?

J.D. Bennett:
I.Q.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Got tin cans?

Jack Bennett:
Sorry. Now go back to sleep, or... whatever you do.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
The good part about Dad not bein' here is we don't have to eat one of his nutritious and well-balanced meals.

Meg Bennett:
The bad part is, I miss 'im.

J.D. Bennett:
Doesn't old Professor Sharp ever let 'im outta that lab?

: Dr. Scarab was forced to flee the United Nations building when Bionic-1 arrived on the scene. Bionic-1's quick action has again saved us all from Scarab's madenss.

: Boy, wouldn't it be great to be bionic?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
The good part about Dad not bein' here is we don't have to eat one of his nutritious and well-balanced meals.

Meg Bennett:
The bad part is, I miss 'im.

J.D. Bennett:
Doesn't old Professor Sharp ever let 'im outta that lab?

Newscaster:
Dr. Scarab was forced to flee the United Nations building when Bionic-1 arrived on the scene. Bionic-1's quick action has again saved us all from Scarab's madenss.

Eric Bennett:
Boy, wouldn't it be great to be bionic?

Eric Bennett:
Professor Sharp's new power-skis are more fun than a grand slam!

J.D. Bennett:
[after learning Jack is Bionic-1] I can't believe it.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
After this, nothing could surprise me.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[watching Jack as Bionic-1 using karate-like moves against the Cyphron] Boy. I thought *I* was good.

Dr. Scarab:
When I'm through with you five worthless examples of mankind, Dr. Amadeus Sharp and Bionic-1 will wish they'd never been born.

J.D. Bennett:
I can't believe it, Mom. Dad is Bionic-1.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
And wacky old Professor Sharp is his boss? It boggles the mind.

Meg Bennett:
Mom, why didn't you tell us?

Helen Bennett:
Your dad and I just wanted to keep your lives as normal as possible.

Dr. Scarab:
What they don't know is that in exchange for comfort and power, they will also become my slaves.

Dr. Scarab:
[about to bionicize and transform a man] And so, my timid friend, enter the future.

Dr. Scarab:
[of Klunk] Looks like I overdid it a little.

Madame-O:
[her first lines] Hail Scarab, darling.

Dr. Scarab:
I dub thee: Glove, for the power you possess in your hand. Mechanic, for your way with tools. Chopper, for your ferocity. Madame O for your cunning and mystery. And Klunk, because... why not?

J.D. Bennett:
Can you believe this?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Right now, I'd believe anything.

Bionic-1:
Well, what am I going to do? They can't just stay like that forever. And why them and not me?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I've concluded that: not you because your bionics made you immune to the star's power. Ergo, bionicize your family.

Bionic-1:
You've gotta be kidding. Make my family bionic? Oh, no, it's... it's - it's too unpredictable.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I don't think we have a choice.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
The signal is back.

Bionic-1:
Well, Professor, I guess I have to *go* back.

Helen Bennett:
No, dear. You have it wrong.

[he turns to see her in the doorway with the kids, all bionic]

Helen Bennett:
From now on, we work together.

Bionic-1:
[she runs to him and he lifts her up and spins her around before hugging her] Well, guys, thanks to Professor Sharp, from now on it's the Bionic Six.

Bionic-1, Helen Bennett, J.D. Bennett, Eric Bennett, Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett, Meg Bennett:
Bionics on!

Dr. Scarab:
I love a fair fight. Six against one. [laughs]

Dr. Scarab:
I have some surprises for you.

Bionic-1:
[muttering where he hides] And I have surprises for *you*; five, to be exact.

Mother-1:
[Scarab's gang run down to meet Bionic-1] Well, I guess it's time to find out if this stuff really works.

Rock-1:
[Scarab's gang run down to meet Bionic-1] Well, I guess it's time to find out if this stuff really works.

Bionic-1:
[his blow doesn't affect Klunk] What the -?

I.Q.:
[lifting him] May I cut in?

Madame-O:
It looks like somebody crashed your little party, darling.

Glove:
[in battle about to fire his gauntlet's rays for the first time] Time to play *my* hand.

Sport-1:
[using his bat to deflect an attack for the first time] Batter up.

Dr. Scarab:
[after letting Mechanic keep the dog to stop him crying] Sometimes I'm... I'm just too nice.

Dr. Scarab:
I'm surrounded by - wh-what are they, oh, yes - Idiots!

Glove:
[aiming] This oughta hit the Spot.

Dr. Scarab:
You muddleheaded buffoon. You bonehead. Take your pick.

Eric Bennett:
Oh, it's not fair! We spend all our time saving the world, but we can't find a minute to help a dog!

Jack Bennett:
I said *no*. And when I say no I mean... [looks at Spot whining]... wellll, OK. [the others hide smiles]

Eric Bennett:
Now if you show me where you buried that bone of yours, I'll give ya more hot dogs.

Meg Bennett:
Well, at last you've found someone you can talk to on your own level.

Eric Bennett:
Well, if you have a better idea I'm all years.

J.D. Bennett:
Well, we can just ask him to find the omega amplifier for the good of the scientific community. [Spot takes off barking] It worked.

Dr. Scarab:
You're brilliant. You're a genius.

Mechanic:
Hey, I'm a brilliant genius.

Glove:
You're better than that. You're an ignoramus.

Mechanic:
Ooh, gee, thanks, Glove!

Sport-1:
[to Rock-1] Oh, gimme a break, will ya?

Glove:
[above with Scarab's gang holding plywood to throw downo] I'd be happy to, kid.

Mechanic:
[tossing boards down at the Bionic Six] Wanna play pick-up sticks? [laughs]

Sport-1:
[lifts a detached wrecking ball] How 'bout a game of catch instead, Mechanic?

Glove:
[blasts it with his missile] Looks like a foul to me, kid. Let's see how ya do with shooting practice. And guess who's the target.

Sport-1:
If Scarab lays one finger on my dog I'll - I'll...

Karate-1:
And I'll help.

Dog show announcer:
[as it begins to rain] Anyone who might be the owner of this fine-looking dog should Immediately come to Podium #5, before we float away.

Bionic-1:
Batter up, team.

Sport-1:
Let's play ball.

Mechanic:
Look, boss, he's happy. He's waggin' his little tail.

Dr. Scarab:
Well, he'd better find the omega amplifier, or he won't have a tail to wag.

Glove:
Mechanic. Help me keep this stupid mutt still or I won't be responsible for my actions!

Mechanic:
Uhhh, OK, Glove. But he don't like baths no better'n me.

Sport-1:
I got it! I got it!

Karate-1:
What? Fleas?

Mechanic:
Please, boss. Let me keep 'im. He helped you find your gizmo, didn't he?

Dr. Scarab:
Well, yes, I can afford to be generous this time, Mechanic. But don't think I'm gonna make a habit of it. I do have my reputation to consider.

Dr. Scarab:
[enters the theater to find Spot - and the identical Petunia] I must be working too hard; I'm - I'm seeing double.

Bionic-1:
[behind the stage curtain] In a moment you'll be seeing *stars*.

Sport-1:
[it lifts] Yeah. Six of 'em.

Dr. Scarab:
The Bionic Six! Upstage them, Glove!

Glove:
Acting lessons, anyone? Here's a few pointers.

[fires missiles toward the stage]

Karate-1:
[scattering with the rest, he jumps to the ceiling and throws a tile down] Exit, stage left. The show looks like a hit.

Mechanic:
[Sport-1's magnetic beams deflect his nails and knock him back; Rock-1's blasters do Madame-O's harp'r and knock her back] Ooooh, what happened?

Madame-O:
A loved-him, hated-her.

Glove:
[preparing to fling a charged whip] Time for the big dance finale, bionic brat.

I.Q.:
[grabs it] Sorry, Glove; I left my dancing shoes at home. [reaches down it to lift then throw him]

Bionic-1:
[after the fight in the theater] Looks like your show is over, Scarab.

Dr. Scarab:
Don't count on it, Bionic-1. There's still one more encore. [activates the lights infused with rays]

Mother-1:
Those beams - they're paralyzing us.

Dr. Scarab:
Well, you bionic hams, you wanted the spotlight and you got it. Wait'll you see the second half of my little play. I call it Death of the Bionic Six. It's a comedy. [laughs]

Dr. Scarab:
[Spot chews the light circuits which control the ray the Bionic Six are caught in] He's upstaged us for the last time.

Dr. Scarab:
[fleeing the theater] It's time for a little adlibbing.

Dr. Scarab:
Parting in such sweet sorrow - [jumps through the stage trapdoor]

I.Q.:
It looks like Scarab's show was a flop.

Mother-1:
Without the omega amplifier his show will never open.

J.D. Bennett:
If those are friends I'll take enemies any day.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
I've had of bad ideas before, but we're talkin' giant economy-size bad ideas.

Dr. Scarab:
Well, well, well, I see my puppets need more exercise. It's time to pull some strings.

Eric Bennett:
J.D.? [J.D. turns and caches a football he threw] It's your ball now.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
So don't fumble it.

Charlie Wilder:
I.Q.? Gosh - what're you doin' here?

I.Q.:
Listen. J.D. Bennett said I could trust you.

Mechanic:
[as he wonders how he ended up exposed on camera] Uh, smile, boss. You're on TV.

Mother-1:
Looks like the kids have turned over a new leaf.

I.Q.:
[watching them advancing on Scarab] And that's not all they're gonna turn over.

Mechanic:
[after he's splattered with pink spray] That's a pretty color, boss. Real pretty.

Glove:
Well, Scarab, another day, another disaster.

Dr. Scarab:
I'll show you a disaster, Glove. Wait'll we get home.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[of Sharp] He said Charlie had more scientific knowhow than that bionic guy, uh - I.Q.?

[last lines]

J.D. Bennett:
I always believed in Charlie. No one is born to be bad. [they fling their arms around each other for a second; chuckling] Except maybe Scarab.

[first lines]

Eric Bennett:
Aw, this game's for the birds.

[a golf ball hits the flagpole by the hole, startling a bird off it]

Meg Bennett:
What's par for this course?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
80 Strokes.

Meg Bennett:
Aw! So far I'm up to 640.

J.D. Bennett:
At least ya can divide it by 80.

Jack Bennett:
This game is simply a matter of control and discipline. Now watch an expert. WHOA - [mid-swing, he loses balance and falls to sit on the course]

Rock-1:
[to the community of ancient Greece re-enactors] Excuse us for crashing your toga party, guys.

I.Q.:
But if we don't, someone else will.

Karate-1:
[preparing to send the space-ball into Mt. Vesuvius] Now remember, kids, trash should always be deposited in the proper receptacles.

Bionic-1:
[Mother-1 creates a hologram so the space-ball hits it instead of the actual city] It's pretty clear who's got the brains in this family.

Rock-1:
[Bionic-1 and Mother-1 arrive and are bound as the others already are] Are we glad to see you.

I.Q.:
Though this is a lousy place for a family reunion.

Rock-1:
Where on Earth are we?

Karate-1:
Don't look now but this ain't Earth.

I.Q.:
Judging by our distance from the sun I'd say we're on Pluto.

Sport-1:
Well, that's impossible; there's no life on Pluto.

An alien:
You call this livin'? The room service is awful.

Rock-1:
Earth has people on it.

An alien:
[laughs] Get that. People!

An alien:
Humans ain't people.

Alien:
Are you addressing I, fleshoid?

Karate-1:
Gee, it's just like a gym back home.

Bionic-1:
[by the cactus-like alien] Only back home the plants stay in their pots.

An alien:
C'mon, gimme your best shot.

Karate-1:
What is this, a joke?

An alien:
[Grows from puny to giant] Yeah. And it's on you.

An alien:
[after Rock-1 had the last turn with him and her thought caused him to become a burger] Ya - ya let me down, Zoli. I could've been a container instead of a bun.

Robot:
Play orb! [turns - and runs into the wall]

Sport-1:
Get a load of the umpire. It's just like home.

Robot:
[the monster ball eats the giant metal bat] That's a ball!

Sport-1:
You're telling me.

Robot:
Take a walk!

I.Q.:
Great, in this game you only need one ball for a walk.

Karate-1:
Sport-1, you OK?

Sport-1:
Sure. Only that's the first time a base ever stole *me*.

An alien:
The slime-molds of Canapus put up a better fight.

An alien:
And they was microscopic.

Karate-1:
[of the smoke-made alien] That guy needs a warning from the surgeon general.

Bionic-1:
Smack it, I.Q.; there's a hole in their infield.

An alien:
[I.Q. hits the ball which shoots through him] Hey, there's a hole in the outfield.

Bionic-1:
There is no greatest species; all intelligent creatures are equal.

An alien:
They are? Hey.

An alien:
He said *intelligent* creatures.

[last lines]

Jack Bennett:
Young man...

Eric Bennett:
Oh, don't worry, Dad. I'm sure I can housebreak it.

Meg Bennett:
[after drinking the Brain Food potion] Now for the test: "What is the universe, and give two examples?" This is easy!

Jack Bennett:
Hey, hamburgers... I've got a great new recipe I've been wanting to try.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Dad - maybe we can save the goose-liver flambe for another time.

Meg Bennett:
Yeah - let us do the cooking for once. We just want burgers. Plain old burgers.

Jack Bennett:
Oh. OK, gang, I can take a hint. Call me when you finish burning them.

[heads off laughing]

Helen Bennett:
Is that your prize-winning sauce, dear?

Jack Bennett:
Yes, but it's missing something.

Helen Bennett:
How about...

Jack Bennett:
I've got it. Some of...

Helen Bennett, Jack Bennett:
That seaweed from the Sargoso Trench.

Madame-O:
Have I ever failed you, darling?

Dr. Scarab:
Let me count the ways.

Dr. Scarab:
Increase *my* intelligence. Ha. You think that's possible?

Dr. Scarab:
He's a circus charlatan. How dare you suggest he's developed something that I haven't already thought of?

Karate-1:
[chasing Glove and Madame O into traffic] Time for some bionic jaywalking, Rock-1. [they leap onto the roof of a vehicle and leap from one to the next]

Eric Bennett:
Everybody all right?

Rock-1:
Just a little soggy, Sport-1.

Karate-1:
But that's better than turning into bionic toast.

Madame-O:
There's enough brain food here to make us all brilliant.

Mechanic:
I'm not hungry.

Madame-O:
Of course, it only works if you have a brain to start with.

Dr. Scarab:
I feel smarter already.

Mechanic:
Hey, boss - you look smarter, too.

Dr. Scarab:
Ah, silence, saphead.

Meg Bennett:
Mega-bummer; somebody pigged out on the pastry.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Don't look at me. I'm allergic to ki - ki - kiwi cake.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Thanks, Professor, just what I wanted. What is it?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[F.L.U.F.F.I. uses one of his rays to stop the out-of-control remote-control boxing gloves] Oh, thanks, Fluff. They don't call you Mr. Subtlety for nothin'.

Meg Bennett:
This is from J.D. and Eric, and me.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Oh, so *that's* why you guys borrowed my allowance this week.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Oh, wow, an authentic twentieth-century rubber chicken.

J.D. Bennett:
Yep. They don't make 'em like *that* anymore.

Helen Bennett:
When will you wear it?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[aside to F.L.U.F.F.I] When it snows in Hawaii.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Correction: it never - never - never snows in - [Bunji shoves the sweater into his mouth]

Eric Bennett:
There's no card on it.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Well, that's OK. I accept anonymous contributions.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[driving through a blizzard taking him along] My father did say no *living* creature. Right, Fluffer?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
This is living?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
It's a good thing that accident doesn't go on my license. "Honest, officer, I never saw that mountain. It just -"

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Why didn't you tell me you could do that?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
You did not ask - ask - ask.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Ask a robot a dumb question, ya get a smart answer.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Have you ever seen anything like it, F.L.U.F.F.I.?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[Computes for a moment] It is not in my memory banks.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
All right - it's superhero time.

Karate-1:
[after his meditation on the obelisk brings forth food, his dessert pie appears and splats him in the face] Guess I need a little more practice.

Dr. Scarab:
Blast those Bionic Six. They're never around when I want them.

Mechanic:
Yeah. Maybe we could get them to carry the gold for us.

I.Q.:
Making an early withdrawal from your piggybank, Mechanic? It's time for me to make a large deposit. [throws him into the vault]

Bionic-1:
[as he gapes at a hologram of himself] What's the matter, Glove; you seem beside yourself.

Mother-1:
[struggling with her psychic powers] Something's wrong.

Dr. Scarab:
No, something's right.

Sport-1:
There's got to be a way to find the real Scarab.

Rock-1:
But how? He's not gonna walk up to us and introduce himself.

Dr. Scarab:
[aiming sleep gas] Allow me to introduce myself. I'm - Dr. Scarab. And people say I don't have any manners.

Dr. Scarab:
Good night, you bionic bumblers. And pleasant, uh... nightmares.

Karate-1:
Looks like I'm gonna have to use my brain instead o'my feet.

Sport-1:
Go for it; why not?

I.Q.:
Because there isn't one sound logical reason why it should work.

Karate-1:
That's good enough for me.

I.Q.:
Uh, Karate-1, could I, uh, borrow that ruby for a science project?

Dr. Scarab:
Sometimes, I'm so brilliant... it's embarrassing.

Klunk:
[laughs] Scarab funny.

Mother-1:
This is one of the most impressive things I've seen in my entire life.

Dr. Scarab:
I'm glad to hear it, because it's going to be the *last* thing you'll ever see.

Sport-1:
You're goin' over the fence, Klunk. [his bat doesn't hurt him; Klunk lifts him by it and begins swinging him around] Well, *one* of us is.

I.Q.:
[jumping on him] Why don't you pick on someone your own size?

Klunk:
[lifting him] Off - back!

Sport-1:
Maybe you should see what you can do with that.

Karate-1:
Oh, the ruby. Yeah, good idea!

I.Q.:
O-O-O-O-Okay, ssso I'm nnnot your sssize.

[last lines]

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[flinging his arms around him] F.L.U.F.F.I.!

Meg Bennett:
I never saw anybody get so excited over an empty can.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
It's the thought that counts.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
There are no secrets from science.

Dr. Fizo:
There are more things under Heaven and Earth, Amadeus, than our dream of by your science.

Archaeologist:
Sorry, affendit. Diggers local 485 a rule: no curses.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Who'd ever think a chocolate mouse would taste that good?

Jack Bennett:
That was chocolate *mousse*, Bunji.

J.D. Bennett:
With Professor Sharp away, somebody has to keep tabs on the world.

Sharp's Computer:
All systems checked. Scanning. Scanning. Scanning.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
In other words, you're looking for trouble.

J.D. Bennett:
Literally.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
This looks like a job for...

J.D. Bennett:
Cut the dramatics and hit the alarm.

Karate-1:
[both working the kissing booth] Now, Rock-1, stop complaining; after all, it's for a good cause. You don't hear *me* complaining.

I.Q.:
Step right up, get the ball over the plate, and dunk a real live superhero.

Sport-1:
[I.Q. dunks him] You're supposed to let the customers do that!

Malaeva:
Circles come and circles go. Where do they stop? Only six shall know.

Karate-1:
I hope it's nothing serious. I've got a long line back at the kissing booth.

Rock-1:
I hope it's the end of the world.

Karate-1:
The net checks out OK.

Rock-1:
So does he! Mega-hunk!

Sport-1:
[after stopping the out-of-control Ferris wheel] That's one ride these folks won't forget.

Mother-1:
OK. Here goes nothing. [uninterested in what her ESP shows] And I do mean nothing.

Madame-O:
The Bionic Six are headed straight into your trap.

Dr. Scarab:
Yes, and here's my next prediction of the future. I predict - the Bionic Six... won't have one.

Dr. Scarab:
You may notice you are fast approaching a loft peak. That is your destination. Your final destination. Remember, please observe the No Screaming signs.

Dr. Scarab:
Where are your manners, Mechanic? Show the lady to a chair. [he sets her in one] That's it; now, tie her up.

[first lines]

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Uh, like, sorry, man, but, like, you know I'm not, like, an easy dude to surprise.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[stomps on one end of the nunchucks attempted to be used against him] Hey. Watch it. Those things can be dangerous. HIIIIIIIIIIIYA!

[kicks his opponent, who's caught by the nunchucks dangling from a beam]

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
See what I mean?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Nice goin', guys. You just totaled three perfectly-good Ninjoids.

Rock-1, Sport-1:
Ninjoids?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Yeah. Professor Sharp built 'em to train me for some new mission.

Rock-1:
I hope we didn't hit 'em, too hard...

Ninjoid:
Start - training - one-hundred Nin-joids...

[slows and short-circuits]

Rock-1, Sport-1:
Oops.

Jack Bennett:
No one's asking you to win the tournament. Your mission is to find out what Scarab is up to.

Eric Bennett:
Yeah. It's OK to use your bionics for that.

J.D. Bennett:
Yeah. And besides, I don't think there's the slightest chance that I could pass for Matsuo Yashimura

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[winking] No kidding.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Dad, do you think my father could be on Dragon's Rock? He said I'd compete there one day. I know he wouldn't want to miss that.

Jack Bennett:
Bunji, it's been ten years since he disappeared.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Ten years and three months. But I know he's alive; I just feel it. I just - feel it.

Karate-1:
So far no sign of anything unusual.

Sport-1:
Yeah? Have you seen what you look like in that hat?

Karate-1:
I saw you win the Melbourne tournament. You're terrific.

Momo Yashima:
Oh. Thank you.

Karate-1:
And you're not bad at fighting either.

Chuck Forrest:
That Potter has a real mean side to him.

Karate-1:
[watching him punch a hole in a stuffed bag] Uh... you mean this is his - *nice* side?

Dr. Scarab:
And soon the secret of key will be mine.

Mechanic:
Key? Oh, I go a key, boss.

Glove:
Not bad. Wiring the karate uniforms to transmit data.

Dr. Scarab:
It's brilliant, you dolt.

Karate-1:
Boy, am I glad to see you guys.

Dr. Scarab:
I, of course, am not.

[last lines]

Karate-1:
[unaware of his father's spirit watching him] Guess I did all right with him without my bionics. I think my father would have been proud. If only he'd been here to see me.

Bionic-1:
We're all proud of you, Bunji. But then, we always have been.

Mother-1, Rock-1, Sport-1, I.Q.:
RIGHT ON!

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[eating a burger while preparing a mission] Great. Then there's only one thing more to settle. Eh - who's got the mustard?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[watching TV] Lots of heart. Cuddlyfluffs make me cry - cry - cry.

J.D. Bennett:
Those aren't tears, F.L.U.F.F.I.; you've got a leaky optical sensor.

Jack Bennett:
It's called bagels and lox, Professor Sharp's favorite.

Helen Bennett:
He claims there's only one right way to prepare it.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[holding a pair of bagel-halves to his eyes like glasses and imitating him] First bisect the Taurus along its equator. Spread on the cream cheese to a thickness of no more than .251 inches, arranging the locks in crisscrossing layers.

Helen Bennett:
Jack, we haven't had a vacation in ages.

Jack Bennett:
Well, I...

Meg Bennett:
Oh, Dad, can we?

Jack Bennett:
We've all got a lot of responsibilities right here, so I think... [glances at Helen] New York sounds great.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Bionic Six, impossible as it sounds, your mission is to catch that meteor before it hits Earth.

Sport-1:
OK, but it's gonna take one heck of a catcher's mitt.

Dr. Scarab:
[chuckling] Meteor, meteor, in the air, you fall to Earth, right in Times Square. And they say there's nothing good on television.

Dr. Scarab:
Your ignorance is exceeded only by your mediocrity, Glove.

Mechanic:
The boss is gonna be real mad if they get that meteoid.

Glove:
[the Bionic Six use a modified web to stop the meteor from falling to the ground] Well, then, I'll just have to lend them a hand. [fires from his glove]

Rock-1:
Hey, big brothers are supposed to give their little *sisters* piggyback rides.

Sport-1:
Not when their sisters have bionic speed; let's go!

Dr. Scarab:
Well, I'm torn. Should I wait for some ridiculous explanation for your uh - uh, stupidity, or should I blast you into next week right now?

Dr. Scarab:
Oh, that's excellent, Glove. An idea worthy of, uh... uh, me.

Glove:
Why - Why did you use the punishment beam anyway?

Dr. Scarab:
Call me unpredictable.

Glove, Mechanic, Klunk:
Hail Scarab!

Glove:
[thinking] For now.

Dr. Scarab:
It's time to give my regards to old Broadway.

Jack Bennett:
[in the Museum of Natural History] Well, looks like the meteor's the thing to see

Helen Bennett:
Uh, thanks, but I've seen enough of that meteor to last a lifetime.

Museum guard:
Well, did you ever see so many jerks payin' good money, to see a purple rock?

Mechanic:
I'm gonna mortalize ya!

Dr. Scarab:
Ah, we meet again, Bionic-1.

Bionic-1:
The pleasure is all yours.

Dr. Scarab:
And so is the victory!

Bionic-1:
[firing his missiles back on him] Lose something, Glove?

Glove:
That bionic bimbo is right behind us.

Dr. Scarab:
Fine. Let's see how she handles the rush hour.

Rock-1:
[seeing a subway advance on her rail] Uh-oh - I'm on the wrong track. [moves then another approaches where she now is] The *really* wrong track!

Karate-1:
[tackles Rock-1 to get her out of the subway's path] Next time, take a bus.

Yankees Coach:
Well, kid, you're about to join the greatest team in the world. [a laser zaps outside; they turn to see the rest of the Bionic Six chasing Scarab] Hey, look!

Eric Bennett:
Thanks for your offer, but I'm already on the greatest team in the world.

Sport-1:
[to Corky] Get back in there, kid. Your team needs ya.

Karate-1:
Anyone wanna go fishing?

Rock-1:
What bait do ya use to catch creeps?

Karate-1:
[riding with him on the speeding quad-runner] Careful, Sport-1, the life you save could be mine.

Sport-1:
Who'd wanna retire? No more saving the world...

I.Q.:
No more fighting Scarab...

Bionic-1:
I wouldn't miss that.

Mother-1:
You know, we all get old someday.

Rock-1:
[taking off on the motorbike] Not me.

Bionic-1:
[chuckling] You know I believe her?

Jack Bennett:
How'd you guys like to go to see Homer?

Eric Bennett:
Hey, great!

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Terrific!

J.D. Bennett:
All right!

Meg Bennett:
I guess so. But baseball is beta boring.

Helen Bennett:
You could always stay here and scrub the kitchen floor.

Meg Bennett:
In that case, take me out to the ball game.

Rock-1:
Turbo-bummer! It's rush hour!

Karate-1:
Put the petal to the metal. [they activate the vehicles' flying capabilities] Rush hour? What rush hour?

Homer:
I don't know who you are, but you won't get away with this.

Mechanic:
Whaddaya mean? We got away. [laughs]

Sport-1:
Let's get back to the ballpark.

Karate-1:
[of the trash] What? And leave all this?

Glove:
[of Homer] We haven't learned anything from this dimwitted dummy.

Mechanic:
Hey, I ain't no dummy.

Karate-1:
[the person they're chasing flings bats down the ballpark steps] Yo - that's no way to win fans and influence people.

Rock-1:
Sport-1, compared to these uniforms your gym socks smell like roses.

Rock-1:
He's got a weapon.

Sport-1:
Not for long.

Hector 'Homer' Hernandez:
You don't know what it's like when they tell you you're all washed up. No good to anybody anymore. Not even yourself.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I'll never forget the day you broke Pete Rose's record for the greatest number of hits. Sir, that same day I invented a portable soup-warmer.

Hector 'Homer' Hernandez:
And with my android, I figured I could play baseball forever.

Dr. Scarab:
But getting older doesn't mean getting useless, Homer. Why, you're a living legend.

Hector 'Homer' Hernandez:
Well, Professor, being a legend isn't any fun.

Sport-1:
Time to take the field.

Rock-1:
Yeah, we'll show 'em how to score touchdowns.

Sport-1:
That's football, Rock-1.

Rock-1:
Whatever...

Dr. Scarab:
And now, Homer, you will use Glove for pitching practice.

Sport-1:
[he's knocked over toward them] Nice slide, Glove. But you're out.

Karate-1:
[the android pitches an appliance at them] Hey, that's what I'd call a pop-up toaster.

I.Q.:
We can lick him.

Karate-1:
[dodging] Somebody - tell *him* that!

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
With the adjustments we've made, you can regain control from Scarab.

Hector 'Homer' Hernandez:
[chuckling] Let's give Sport-1 a chance, Professor. I like his style.

Dr. Scarab:
[retreating] Time for the locker room, boys.

Mechanic:
[not getting it] Uh, can't we stay 'til the game's over, boss?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
This was only a computer projection. Now, had Madame O tricked Sport-1 in a real battle, she would've destroyed him.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[snapping his fingers in "disappointment"] Gee. I always wanted your room.

J.D. Bennett:
I dunno how you guys can be so different.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Well, he wasn't always that way. But - people change. Even brothers.

Lawyer:
She lived ninety-five good years. At least she went the way she wanted to: lost in an avalanche at the South Pole.

Dr. Scarab:
Ah, greetings, dear brother. So sorry our meeting could not be under more joyous conditions. And, uh, face-to-face.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Maybe one day I'll see your face where it belongs: behind bars.

Dr. Scarab:
May-Maybe sh-she's right, Maddy. We've been enemies for too long.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I never wanted it that way.

Dr. Scarab:
Well, then, why don't we call a truce? To see if there's a chance.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I'd like that, Wilmer.

Jack Bennett:
Don't trust him, Professor.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I have to. He is my brother, after all.

J.D. Bennett:
Professor, you know Scarab can never be trusted.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Of course you're right, I.Q.; Scarab can never be trusted. But maybe - Wilmer *can*.

Dr. Scarab:
We played our little games too, remember? Unfortunately, you always won.

Dr. Scarab:
[laughing] We *have* been apart too long, much too long. But I have a feeling we're going to be together for a long, long time.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
You could use a lesson in hospitality, Wilmer.

Glove:
Wilmer? [laughs]

Dr. Scarab:
Shut up, Glove. At least I'm not named after an article of clothing.

Dr. Scarab:
Now, dear Maddy, you're about to give the greatest gift a brother can give: your mind.

Dr. Scarab:
[some of Sharp's random displayed thoughts resemble what might be seen on TV] Blast him, he's filling his head with rubbish.

Mechanic:
I like it.

Dr. Scarab:
So much for brotherly love.

Dr. Scarab:
And then all of you, give the Moronic Six a proper welcome.

Glove:
I'm afraid the professor couldn't make it.

Madame-O:
And I, little ones, am your substitute teacher.

Sport-1:
[dodging Glove's missiles with the Karate-1 and I.Q] Jump!

I.Q.:
[laughs] Class dismissed.

Rock-1:
[shooting into the air on the dirt-bike toward them] Sorry I'm late for school. Here's my pass. [lands then charges]

Mother-1:
This can only mean one thing.

Chopper:
[by Mechanic on the side of the crater she and Bionic-1 are in] Wrong. It means two things.

Chopper:
How d'you like our little island paradise? We call it Club Dead.

Dr. Scarab:
What does it matter if I lose a brother if I gain eternity?

Dr. Scarab:
Step forward, dear Klunk. Step forward, into the future.

Klunk:
[entering the booth] Future? Klunk 'fraid future.

Slim Ronaldson:
The city is in a state of panic as Scarab's... whatever-they-are, continue to ransack San Francisco.

Glove:
And now here he is, the man you just love to hate: Dr. Scarab!

Dr. Scarab:
Hiya, kids. Can you say "destruction"? I thought you could. [laughs]

Bionic-1:
[watching Scarab and his goons rampage not far from where the news crew's set up] This is one TV show that needs to be canceled.

Karate-1:
I think it's a rerun anyway.

Dr. Scarab:
[of the Bionic Six] Get them!

Bionic-1:
[from behind] I'll save you the trouble, Scarab.

Bionic-1:
I'm all yours. [leaps at Scarab; he captures him]

Dr. Scarab:
How thoughtful.

Karate-1:
[leaps at Mechanic to kick him but falls without effecting him] Ow.

Mechanic:
Oohhhh. That wasn't nice.

Mechanic:
So I'm gonna squeeze ya like a - a tube o'toothpaste.

Karate-1:
You've never even *seen* a tube of toothpaste, slime-breath.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Nice goin', you overgrown tinker toy.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
I sorted through stuff that would make a fly sick!

Mechanic:
Gimme your autograph, huh? You're my favorite TV robot, you know.

Mechanic:
[the actor gets out of the suit to sign his comic book] Uh, Cycron, how did you do that?

Actor:
[laughing] Did you really think I was a robot? Now, excuse me; I really must be toddling off.

Mechanic:
[breaking the book and pen in his hands] Oh, no, my hero is a wimp.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[lifting the door Mechanic tore out] I guess knocking is out of the question - question - question.

Studio worker:
[the cart he and another worker drive gets its boxes knocked off when it runs into F.L.U.F.F.I. tangled in some wires on the floor] If they're gonna just drop these things off, least they can do is keep 'em out of our way.

Studio worker:
[seeing what Mechanic broke down] Look at that door. Cycron really gets into his character, doesn't he?

Studio worker:
[setting F.L.U.F.F.I. up by Cycron's room thinking he's a prop] One more like this... and I'm puttin'... in for disability.

Mechanic:
[retreating when F.L.U.F.F. enters breaking part of the wall] I didn't touch nuttin'...

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Greetings, Cycron the Great.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
You are my hero.

Mechanic:
[in the Cycron suit] Uh... I'm your hero?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[touching his shoulder knocking him down] I want to be just like you when I - grow up.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[offering "Cycron" a license plate] Are you hungry, boss?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
I don't even remember what to do with an empty can. I always threw 'em to F.L.U.F.F.I. [tosses one toward the trash; it bounces off the full top and clatters past]

Jack Benett:
We all threw 'em to F.L.U.F.F.I.

Dr. Scarab:
[falls out of his malfunctioning hovering chair] I'm gonna be sore for a month because of that Neanderthal.

Glove:
Well, then, Doctor, why do ya keep 'im around?

Dr. Scarab:
Because he'll do anything I tell 'im to. Unlike some goons I know.

Mechanic:
[of the model] Wow, what a doll. [F.L.U.F.F.I. "wolf-whistles"]

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
My sensors detect this is borrrrrrrinnnnnng.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
I'm sure Guy is a wonderful man. He wears very expensive clothes. My circuits compute his suit worth - [his optic sensors' visor shows it running before the number comes up with a chime] nine-hundred-dollars and... fifty-two cents. [the audience laughs]

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Cycron says you will give 'til it hurts. I hope this will - not - not - not be too painful.

Mechanic:
You and me is some team, F.L.U.F.F.I.

Karate-1:
F.L.U.F.F.I.'s already *on* a team, bolt-brain.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
So much for hero-worship.

Dr. Scarab:
So now I have a hostage I can use to destroy the Bionic Six.

Mechanic:
Uh... you mean me?

Dr. Scarab:
No, not me, you monkey-wrench. You work for me.

Mechanic:
Oh, that's right.

Dr. Scarab:
Well, you really are something.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
State-of-the-art.

Dr. Scarab:
Mechanic, I will never understand how you managed this one.

Mechanic:
Uh, I don't know how I did it... Oh, yeah, he's my gang; he works for me.

Dr. Scarab:
Would you, uh, like to work for me now?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[shakes his head askance so Scarab drifts over, then answers into his ear] FAT CHANCE.

Glove:
Well, little robot, this is gonna hurt me more than it does you. [laughs]

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[the rays strike him] Wanna bet?

Rock-1:
I hate to do this to ya, F.L.U.F.F.I.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[deflects the sonic wave aimed at him] The feeling is not mutual.

Bionic-1:
[F.L.U.F.F.I. has incapacitated I.Q., Rock-1, and Sport-1] Your move, F.L.U.F.F.I.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Glad to oblige.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
I will protect all Bennetts.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Oops. My system will need a major overhaul - haul - haul.

Bionic-1:
[the springs pop out of Glove's gauntlet] Need a hand?

[last lines]

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Home.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Wha'ju say?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
There's no place - no place - no place like home.

Sport-1:
Well we can get this set up faster than you can say - [flinging out a banner to hang up] Here's the windup, and the pitch.

Rock-1:
[I.Q. hides his gift atop one of the rocket displays] Maybe that's *too* ultra-clever. Professor Sharp isn't bionic, ya know.

I.Q.:
I fail to see the wisdom in this.

Karate-1:
It's not supposed to be smart. It's supposed to be funny.

Rock-1:
Yeah, about as funny as a barrel of bionic baboons.

Karate-1:
Hey - that *would* be funny. I could get a barrel and a...

I.Q.:
[chuckling and putting the mask back down over his head] Forget it.

Rock-1:
We'll quit while you're ahead.

Dr. Scarab:
Do you suppose it's possible you could make just a little more noise, imbecile?

Mechanic:
More noise? I thought you wanted us to be quiet so we...

Dr. Scarab:
[Mechanic screams] Imbecile. That's a museum exhibit. Not a real gorilla. Ah, just animatronics. Similar to my Cyphrons, only controlled by the museum's central computer. Sometime I wonder if you shouldn't be controlled by a central computer.

Bionic-1:
[chuckles at the statue of a woman in the antique kitchen exhibit where he's baking] Thanks for the use of your stove, ma'am.

Dr. Scarab:
[Growls in annoyance seeing Karate-1 trying to don a mask of his face] Is there nothing sacred?

Karate-1:
[smelling what Mechanic, approaching him with Scarab and Glove, sprayed on] Do I smell shaving lotion, or a rat? [turns and sees them] Make that three rats.

Karate-1:
[making a noise of attack when Mechanic's blow doesn't effect him] Hi!

Mechanic:
[not getting it] Hi! [gets kicked]

Glove:
[as he and Mechanic yank Karate-1's arms] Make a wish, Mechanic [laughs until the Scarab costume splits apart]

Karate-1:
Looks like I got *my* wish. [attacks both]

Dr. Scarab:
It's simple. He was going to pretend to be me, and now I will pretend to be him, pretending to be... me.

Mechanic:
[Scarab and Glove laugh; after they stop he does then stops] I don't get it.

Dr. Scarab:
I didn't think you would.

Sport-1:
[laughing, of the "Scarab mask"] Wow. This sure looks lifelike. And incredibly ugg-ly.

Dr. Scarab:
Thank you.

Sport-1:
You gotta do something with the voice. Scarab sounds like he gargled with razor-blades, ya know? "I'll have you all dipped in boiling lava."

Dr. Scarab:
Sounds wonderful. [shakes his head] The voice, I mean.

Mother-1:
[lightly whapping "Karate-1" who's snitching some cake] Stop eating; you wanna get as fat and disgusting as Scarab?

Mother-1:
[lightly whapping "Karate-1" for snitching some cake icing] Stop eating; you wanna get as fat and disgusting as Scarab?

Mechanic:
Can I help ya, huh? Can I?

Glove:
Sure you can, by staying here!

Dr. Scarab:
[listening to the Bionic Six sing a birthday song to Sharp while he's in the cake] They'll all pay, slowly.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Well, I must say this is quite a surprise. But then with friends as good and true as you, nothing like this should ever be a surprise.

Dr. Scarab:
Not that stupid soccer-versus-science story again.

Mother-1:
[to "Karate-1"] I hope you're satisfied, young man; you completely ruined the party.

Dr. Scarab:
On the contrary - I've just made the party.

Dr. Scarab:
And here's my birthday present. [shoots]

I.Q.:
[being driven back by the animatronic] If there's one thing I hate it's a pushy rhino.

Bionic-1:
[of the animatronic animals] Looks like we're gonna have to fight 'em hand-to-hand.

Karate-1:
More like hand-to-claw.

Sport-1:
[they destroy the animatronic animals] No hits, no errors, and no men left on base.

Rock-1:
AHHHHHH! Look out!

Sport-1:
[the whale breaks through the doors] Looks like we're in extra innings.

Karate-1:
And their big hitter's coming to bat.

Dr. Scarab:
Which two statues mark the doorway?

Mechanic:
Ummmm... I forgot.

Dr. Scarab:
[grabbing his throat] You forgot?

Mechanic:
I dunno; I can't remember.

Bionic-1:
[activating the train against the animatronic whale] This'll stop that thing.

I.Q.:
Somebody tell *him* that.

Dr. Scarab:
The lab probably isn't in the museum at all. Sharp thought he could trick me. But I'm too smart for him.

Glove:
[sarcastically] Yes... Dr. Scarab, I'm sure you are.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[clearing his throat and chuckling] Well, I want to thank you all for a truly... uh, *memorable* birthday.

Bionic-1:
Well, sorry we couldn't have made it perfect by capturing Scarab. Maybe next time.

[last lines]

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
The animatronics are a bit unimpressive.

I.Q.:
[looking at the whale] We were very impressed, Professor.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[chuckling] Hm. You mean, uh, Junior there? Wait'll you see his daddy.

Chopper:
This'll cut ya down to size. [flings his chain]

Karate-1:
Hey, I'm short enough as it is.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
I've a great new idea.

J.D. Bennett, Meg Bennett, Eric Bennett:
Uh-oh.

J.D. Bennett:
Bunji - get outta here. [throws the comic book which hits the camera]

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Good shot, J.D.; great 3-D effect.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
3-D video-laser photography. Auto-focus, mini-zoom, stereo capability, automatic recording... Too much, isn't it?

Jack Bennett:
So's your enthusiasm.

Sport-1:
I dunno how much longer I can keep it up.

Rock-1:
If we don't keep it up we'll wind up flatter than one of Dad's souffl?s.

Karate-1:
Not only did we save a great historic landmark, but thanks to us, New York has a new tourist attraction.

Rock-1:
It does?

Karate-1:
Sure. The Leaning Tower of Times Square.

Karate-1:
[of the recorded transformation] Wow, I gotta show the gang this. It'll knock their bionic socks off.

Dr. Scarab:
Now, you boob. This is important. Do you understand your mission?

Mechanic:
Uhhhh, sure, boss.

Dr. Scarab:
Then repeat your instructions.

Mechanic:
Uhhhhh, one large pizzz with extra cheese, onions, and double anchovies.

Editing house owner:
Uh, we don't rent discs here, pal.

Mechanic:
[Grabs his collar] I said I wanna rent a Fuzzhuggies disc.

Editing house owner:
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm really sorry. Uh, w-w-we just e-edit discs here. We don't have any, uh, discs to-t-t-to rent. Uh-uh-uh-uh, try around the corner.

Mechanic:
[Releases him abruptly so he falls back] Ya see? It don't hurt to be polite.

Editing house owner:
Yeah, I-I-I see what you mean.

Mechanic:
[leaving] Have a nice day.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[stressed] Holyoak, Massachusetts.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Maybe I should've taken up a safer hobby. Like knitting.

Jack Bennett:
What is that?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
That, Jack my lad, is the dreaded Macguffin Ray.

Helen Bennett:
What does it do?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Absolutely nothing, my dear. Except that it will serve to bring Scarab out of hiding.

Mechanic:
[seeing him rummaging] House-cleaning, boss?

Dr. Scarab:
No, I'm not house-cleaning, you squeegee.

Dr. Scarab:
Mechanic, my dear boy, thanks to your asthetic perspicacity, I shall soon control the world.

Meg Bennett:
Gee, thanks, boss. Uhhh, what's perspic... perspica - that word?

Dr. Scarab:
Uh, it means, uh..."It sure is a pretty ting, ain't it?"

Sport-1:
Quiet as the crowd at a Toledo mud hen exhibition game.

Bionic-1:
Scarab has ears under every rock in the uncivilized world.

Dr. Scarab:
[a flag with a word pops out of the canon of the machine he stole] What's the meaning of that?

Mechanic:
"Zap", boss. Z-A-P. Zap.

Dr. Scarab:
Shut up or I'll give *you* a zap.

Mechanic:
You usually trick people when you want somethin'.

Dr. Scarab:
My dear boy. I take back every name I ever called you.

Dr. Scarab:
Now I shall see what secrets his video-disc contains.

Mechanic:
But I ain't got my popcorn.

Glove:
It would seem to be so.

Dr. Scarab:
*Seem* to be so? Of course it's so, you fool!

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
So what's for dinner, Mom?

Helen Bennett:
You'll have to ask your father. The kitchen's his domain.

Dr. Scarab:
[turning on the light] I beg to differ, Mrs. Bennett. You are now in my domain.

Jack Bennett:
Scarab, how dare you threaten us?

Dr. Scarab:
[He growls] Well said, Klunk.

Dr. Scarab:
Perhaps a last request.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Yeah, I'd like...

Dr. Scarab:
Tut, tut, tut. I'm terribly sorry, my boy. We don't have the time.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[watching a movie] Hey, here's the best part. The monster's girlfriend's about to show up.

Eric Bennett:
[of Meg] You can say that again.

J.D. Bennett:
I wish I could stop this experiment long enough to grab a taco. [one flies from the electronic taco-making machine into his hand] Now that's what I call service.

Dr. Scarab:
Where did you learn to fly, you brainless boob?

Mechanic:
[laughing] Gee, boss, I can't fly. I ain't got no wings. That's a joke, boss. That's a joke.

Dr. Scarab:
Yes, and so are you.

Dr. Scarab:
[preparing to attack] Fire Fire!

Mechanic:
Huh? *Where's* the fire? [grabs an extinguisher and sprays Glove]

Dr. Scarab:
All right, you brats. The party's over.

Mechanic:
Aw, gee, boss. We just got here.

Kid:
I-I'm not bionic, sir. I-I can't even spell it.

Dr. Scarab:
B-I-O, ah... never mind.

Dr. Scarab:
I should've known the Bionic Six wouldn't live in a stupid house like this.

Mechanic:
Uh, do we, uh, get down and party *now*?

Dr. Scarab:
[aiming] You could say that.

Dr. Scarab:
I'll not risk defeat in a living-room battle.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[to the hologram of himself] Hey, handsome.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Get rid of that horrible, scuttly thing. Yeccch!

Helen Bennett:
Professor, it's just a harmless crustacean - a crab.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Harmless to you, perhaps, but I don't trust them. Ever since... well - never mind; just-just - just put it someplace where I can't see it. Lleck!

Dr. Scarab:
I've need of you and your little menagerie.

Mechanic:
Sure, boss. Only I don't got one of those meniggi... menogga... those things. I got some animals, though.

Mechanic:
Now I only got one pet instead o'two.

Dr. Scarab:
You Neanderthal ninny. Don't you realize what this means?

Mechanic:
I got to feed it twice as much.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[sitting] Good luck, Bionic Six; I'll be monitoring you on the supercomputer. Oh, and one more, item... [stands revealing the crab clinging to the seat of his pants] GET THIS THING OFF ME!

I.Q.:
[tromping through the island's brush] Some tropical paradise.

Karate-1:
Yuck. I'm gonna have to have a word with my travel agent.

Bionic-1:
[trying to fight miniature-Cyphrons] What we need is a net.

Rock-1:
We're the Bionic Six, not the Bionic Butterfly-Collectors.

Sport-1:
Hey, you snake in the grass.

The Viper:
I am not a sssnake. I am The Viper.

Sport-1:
[the Viper seems to disappear] What happened to our slimy friend?

Bionic-1:
Scarab must've scared him off.

Karate-1:
Yeah. He has that effect on people.

Dr. Scarab:
There's absolutely no sign of that monstrosity

Klunk:
[pointing to himself] Ehhhhuhhh.

Dr. Scarab:
I meant the other monstrosity.

Klunk:
Ohhhh.

The Viper:
Stop where you are, you fat sssslob!

Dr. Scarab:
Fat? Why, you slimy... Um, uh, I - I just want to be friends...

The Viper:
[of Mechanic] This one is my friend. You I don't trust.

Karate-1:
[a whale flings The Viper away] Nothin' like havin' friends in low places.

Bionic-1:
We can't give The Viper a chance to use any of the professor's logic to outwit us; we're gonna have to be spontaneous.

Karate-1:
Act without thinking, huh?

Rock-1:
That should be easy for *you*.

The Viper:
I am programmed to expect sneak attacks.

Karate-1:
How about snake attacks?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
This baby can slice and dice a city block or an apple pie. [eats a slice of what he just cut] Mm, sometimes I amaze myself.

Eric Bennett:
Those guys never know when to get off the ballfield.

Jack Bennett:
Well, then, we'll just have to let 'em know the bases are already loaded, right, son?

Karate-1:
[of the Cyphrons] Don't these guys take coffee breaks?

Dr. Scarab:
They have no choice but to throw themselves on my mercy.

Glove:
Mercy? You?

Dr. Scarab:
Of course, I'll be merciful. I won't destroy them until after they surrender. [laughs]

Mechanic:
Hey, boss. That fat guy looks a lot like you.

Dr. Scarab:
It is me, you dolt.

Dr. Scarab:
[the illusion] Cyphrons, retreat.

Dr. Scarab:
Cyphrons, don't listen to that overgrown apparition.

Dr. Scarab:
You're not half as strong as a Cyphron.

Glove:
No, but I'm a hundred times as smart. At least I have brains.

Dr. Scarab:
Brains? Brains? Ahh. What a stupendous idea. My Cyphrons would be invincible if they had brains. It's brilliant, Glove. Brilliant. I'm glad I thought of it. [chuckles while he glares]

Dr. Scarab:
Now go out there and prove to me that you're more than just expensive toasters.

Bionic-1:
This is the first time we've ever gotten an invitation to meet with Scarab.

Karate-1:
Yeah, but leave it to him to send it postage due.

Dr. Scarab:
Oh, well, we've just come to say hello.

[the beta Cyphrons land between him and the Bionic Six]

Dr. Scarab:
And good-bye.

Sport-1:
There's only two of them, and six of us.

Rocky Road:
The odds are therefore against you.

Sport-1:
A little magnetic power oughta keep you in line, you walking lunchbox.

Karate-1:
Surprise! Huh?

Tuiti Fruiti:
On the contrary, your actions were entirely expected, human.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Wilmer, you mustn't. You could destroy the world.

Dr. Scarab:
Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Mechanic:
Hey, watch where you're aimin' that thing.

Glove:
Just trying out the ultimate weapon on the ultimate dolt.

Rocky Road:
Drilling to the earth's core could mean the destruction of much of the life on this planet.

Tuiti Fruiti:
It should be deactivated.

Dr. Scarab:
Wrong, transistor-breath. *You* should be deactivated.

Tuiti Fruiti:
I compute that you that you are a vicious, evil individual.

Dr. Scarab:
And those are my, uh, good points.

Tuiti Fruiti:
[of humans] They are too self-centered to compute what is going on around them.

Rocky Road:
Humans are not designed as well as Cyphrons.

Tuiti Fruiti:
Indeed. But beggars can't be choosers, to coin the human phrase.

[Both laugh then clap their hands over their mouths startled]

Tuiti Fruiti:
What *was* that sound?

Rocky Road:
Just a, human malfunction.

Tuiti Fruiti:
Bar-be-cue is fun.

Tuiti Fruiti:
You have a solid family unit, Helen. I congratulate you.

Helen Bennett:
If you're trying to say we love each other very much, yes, that's true.

Tuiti Fruiti:
Indeed. [quietly] Love. I will have to research.

Rocky Road:
Bennetts, I have mastered burning animal byproducts. I am now ready to assimilate volleyball.

Helen Bennett:
[trying to read their guest's mind, she sees a Cyphron] Oh, I must be picking up a science-fiction movie.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
I'm a lean, mean volleyball machine.

Rocky Road:
This is a primitive machine.

Tuiti Fruiti:
Indeed. We are more than ready to meet its challenge.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Primitive? We'll see - see - see about that.

Madame-O:
Klunk, darling, I think you're losing your sea legs.

Glove:
You'll lose your lunch if you look over there. It's the Bionic Blight.

Klunk:
Where are Bionic Xix? I destroy!

Karate-1:
[flying in on the quad-runner from behind] You rang?

Rocky Road:
The Bionic Six are trying to stop the ultra-beam.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Of course. They are the good - good - good guys.

Tuiti Fruiti:
Indeed. Perhaps are analysis of the Bionic Six was inaccurate.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
You mean you goofed - goofed - goofed?

Rocky Road:
Do not be smug, primitive one. We will review data. [he and Tuitti touch "fingers" to do it]

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[annoyed] Hot-shot Cyphrons.

Dr. Scarab:
Surprise, surprise! You see, I now control the minds of every single human being on the face of the earth.

[laughs]

Dr. Scarab:
Life is good, isn't it?

[More laughter]

The Perceptor:
[after witnessing the Bandroids in action] Before I wondered if we needed them. Now I wonder if they need us.

[first lines]

Glove:
Breaking in was too easy. I don't like it.

Dr. Scarab:
Of course it was easy, you paranoid patsy. I planned every step. Drop it over the- No, don't -!

[Klunk and Mechanic fling the device away to land hard - and loudly]

Mechanic:
Boy that was heavy, boss.

Glove:
You planned *every* step, Dr. Scarab?

Dr. Scarab:
After all these years, my dreams are about to become a reality.

Bionic-1:
[the Bionic Six blast in] Were we in those dreams, Scarab?

Dr. Scarab:
[after blasting the Bionic Six out of the room] I wish I had my camera.

Karate-1:
[returning fire on the helicopter following the MULE] You know, it's not safe to tailgate!

Bionic-1:
You're a lunatic, Scarab.

Dr. Scarab:
You may be right, but unfortunately I'm running the asylum.

Dr. Scarab:
Make sure they're made as comfortable as possible.

Glove:
[laughs] Sure, Scarab. I'll treat 'em with kid gloves.

Dr. Scarab:
A penny for your thoughts, Glove. Which is all they're worth...

Mechanic:
Uh, as the Minister of Television, I interrupt our regululularry-schh - sced... uh, The Cuddlyfluffs, For this im - im-mmm...

Dr. Scarab:
[off-camera] "Important message", you moron!

Mechanic:
Important message, you moron.

The Voice:
I'm in need of your services.

Kaleidoscope:
To do what?

The Voice:
What you want most: the destruction of Dr. Scarab.

Kaleidoscope:
Yes. Yes! What's in it for me?

The Voice:
[aiming a gun at him] Something very valuable. Your life.

The Perceptor:
[turning his back to the soldiers but raising his arms on the edge of the roof] Don't shoot. I give up. [they lower their guns; he waves] So long, fellas. [springs off to flip toward the ground]

The Perceptor:
Well, that's just marvelous; I almost got myself killed just to team up with a blind man. As soon as we get out of town, I'll unlock those handcuffs.

Karate-1:
[Undoing them to toss them on Kaleidoscope's lap] No problem.

The Perceptor:
[laughs] This may not be a bad team after all.

Kaleidoscope:
Scarab felt I was threatening his power so he betrayed me to the police. [sighs] But now there are no or villains or heroes; you're either with Scarab or against him.

[last lines]

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Only the Bionic Six can save the world. And only you can save the Bionic Six.

Dr. Scarab:
[to Bionic-1 being forced to use his eye-beams to keep a stone column above himself] Rise and shine. Oh, uh, I forgot - you have pressing matters to attend to.

Dr. Scarab:
Oh, Bionic-1. So noble, so brave, so beaten.

Dr. Scarab:
You've only got ten minutes of bionic energy left. And then you'll be crushed. I'd love to stay and watch, but being emperor leaves me so little time for the simple pleasures.

Dr. Scarab:
I'm trying to learn Sharp's secrets. I may have created you, but my brother created the Bionic Six. And while they've beaten you many times, you have never beaten them.

Kaleidoscope:
Who better to break you out of prison than a criminal?

The Perceptor:
[Climbs through the narrow grate] Now I know how toothpaste feels.

The Perceptor:
I have to feel the situation in order to free you. Hm. Twin lasers, focal point one meter below the surface... Titanium restraints, water temperature about... five-hundred degrees Fahrenheit.

Mother-1:
How can you know that? You're blind.

The Perceptor:
Why is that people who can see think that the world disappears when they close their eyes?

Dr. Scarab:
What good is ruling the entire world, if it's a world of mindless morons?

Dr. Scarab:
I've installed a failsafe in the mountain. Enough explosives to eliminate it, and everyone inside. Unfortunately I'll - lose a lot of my soldiers in the blast but - well, easy come, easy go. [laughs]

Madame-O:
[Scarab becomes hysterical with paranoia] Darling, this is conduct unbecoming for ruler of the Earth.

Rock-1:
Where's Metalhand?

Techno Tex:
He's a-holdin' up the mountain.

Rock-1, I.Q., Sport-1, Karate-1:
He's *what*?

Dr. Scarab:
But - the Bionic Six. They're free! They're free! And now they're - now they're twelve.

[first lines]

Mechanic:
"This stuff's explosive," the boss says. "Ya gotta ditch it," the boss says. The only trouble is, the boss didn't say where.

Mechanic:
[reading] "NO... TRESS... PASS... IN-" Gee, I wonder what that means. [chuckles] Good things I can't read.

Mechanic:
How come I always gotta do the dirty work? It's not like I'm a stumblebum or somethin'. [opens the back of the truck; the containers roll out over him]

Mechanic:
We don't need no surprises. [is startled when a flare shoots through the window of truck he's in]

Dr. Scarab:
That thing's reduced my laboratory to rubble... Excellent!

Glove, Mechanic:
Huh?

Dr. Scarab:
Just the weapon I've been looking for.

Madame-O:
[looting jewelry] Not bad, eh?

Chopper:
[taking a pair of motorcycles] Who cares about that junk? This is real loot.

Karate-1:
It's gotta have a weak spot.

Rock-1:
[sarcastically] Yeah, I bet it's a lousy dancer.

Sport-1:
Hey - Karate-1. I could use a hand here.

Karate-1:
How 'bout a foot? HEE-YA! [jump-kicks the bulldozer attacking him]

I.Q.:
Did you ever see such a mess?

Karate-1, Sport-1:
Your room.

Dr. Scarab:
I need richer pickings. Taking over this world is expensive.

Karate-1:
Who made up your dress code, Flash Gordon?

Sport-1:
Where's the off button on this thing?

Karate-1:
Right here. HEE-YA! [kicks the truck out of the way]

Karate-1:
This must be the place.

I.Q.:
[they land] This must be the *wrong* place.

Dr. Scarab:
[of the junk heap] It's so good so watch someone who enjoys his work.

Carlton Long:
Some hazardous chemicals they dumped must've interacted somehow.

I.Q.:
Causing a genetic mutative effect at intercellular level. In other words, life.

Karate-1:
And I still can't figure out long division.

Karate-1:
A cepsicola? It sounds delicious.

Carlton Long:
I wouldn't suggest drinkin' it. Compared to a cepsicola, sulfuric acid is a health tonic.

Dr. Scarab:
It's time to show that walking waste-dump who's boss.

Glove:
I think he already knows, Scarab.

Dr. Scarab:
Go ahead. All of you. That'll teach him a lesson.

Madame-O:
[their lasers hit the junk heap - who's unaffected except for turning with eyes glowing angrily] Go on, darling - teach him another lesson!

Mayor Jacob Spruce:
Sanitopolis. It's - it's disgusting!

I.Q.:
My sentiments all along.

Glove:
[in the decontaminator] As soon as we get outa here, Scarab, I'm washing my hands of YOU!

Sport-1:
It's up to you, Karate-1.

Karate-1:
So? What else is new?

Karate-1:
[jumps on the falling plane and kicks a hole in the roof] Come on, guys; there's plenty of seats in tourist class.

Sport-1:
It's the only way to fly.

Karate-1:
Are we having fun yet?

Sport-1:
[on the plane they're trying to stop] Hey, this is like busting a bronc in the rodeo.

I.Q.:
Yeah, but this bronc is travelin' at mock 2.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[after a demo] And there you have it, children. The Adventure of the Runaway Jet, starring the Bionic Six.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Ah, you'll be amazed.

Ronnie:
Wanna bet?

I.Q.:
Hey, Ronnie, what's wrong?

Ronnie:
Aw, nothin'. I'm gonna spend the rest o'my life in this chair, that's all.

I.Q.:
Well, I'm sorry about that. But it is a great chair.

Ronnie:
Yeah. A hot rod for handicaps.

I.Q.:
Hold it, Ronnie. There's lots of kids in this school who have worse problems than you.

Ronnie:
Yeah, right. I've just got a *little* handicap.

I.Q.:
You know somethin'? You remind me of how I used to be. I thought I had the world's biggest problems. I mean, there I was - a black kid, an orphan, and too mart for most of my teachers. I was mad at the world. Just like you.

Ronnie:
Yeah, but you've got bionics. And I've got these.

[touches one of his legs]

Ronnie:
But - y-you promised you wouldn't hurt 'im.

Glove:
We're not going to hurt him... Yet. [laughs with Madame O]

Glove:
I send a warning to those so-called heroes the Bionic Six. If you do not turn over Professor Sharp's glide-pattern controller to me, you will soon be the Bionic Five.

Jack Bennett:
I think we'll have to do what Glove says.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
What?

Helen Bennett:
We can't do that.

Eric Bennett:
Give him the controller?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
No way.

Jack Bennett:
At least, we'll let him *think* so.

Glove:
With the controller in *my* possession, I'll be able to carry out my plan of crushing the Bionic Six. And taking over Scarab's organization.

Madame-O:
That wasn't our plan, Glove.

Glove:
It is now! Are you with me, Madame O?

Madame-O:
Well, you know me, Glove. I always side with the winner.

Dr. Scarab:
You dare to defy me? After all I've done for you?

Glove:
What have you done for me lately?

Dr. Scarab:
It's about time Glove got slapped down.

Madame-O:
This is a dummy. You dummy.

Madame-O:
We could use a man of your strength. Or we could *take* it all.

I.Q.:
I know what *you* could take: a hike.

I.Q.:
Ronnie. I'm getting out of here. I-I want you to come with me.

Ronnie:
No way. Glove and Madame O are my friends. They gave me all this stuff, and - that's more than you ever did.

I.Q.:
Look, I don't have time to explain. Come on.

Ronnie:
No! [uses the glove's laser to blast the panel on the wall; an alarm goes off]

I.Q.:
I'm not giving up, Ronnie. I'll come back for you. [runs]

Ronnie:
Wait! I-I didn't mean...

I.Q.:
And they didn't even come after me.

Bionic-1:
That's strange. But the important thing is you're safe.

I.Q.:
The important thing is they've still got Ronnie.

Sport-1:
What was that?

Dr. Scarab:
Well, it isn't the Tooth Fairy.

Dr. Scarab:
Surrender, before I get mean.

Bionic-1:
Sport-1. Do you read me? Come in, Sport-1.

Dr. Scarab:
[Blasts Sport-1's communicator] Sorry - the number you called has been disconnected.

Ronnie:
You promised you wouldn't hurt 'em.

Glove, Madame-O:
We lied.

Glove:
[preparing attack] Now it's time to take care of *you*!

Ronnie:
[turning and hitting him with his wheelchair before backing into Madame-O] Thanks - I can take care of myself!

Dr. Scarab:
Surrender, you comic-book heroes, or I will destroy the school.

Sport-1:
Those are innocent children!

Dr. Scarab:
Yes, aren't I terrible.

Dr. Scarab:
Well, I want the glide-path controller, or these children will not live to regret, your decision.

Madame-O:
[of the homing device] Give me that!

Ronnie:
[tossing it over] Sure, I don't need it - *now*.

Ronnie:
[to Madame-O] Eat my dust, dragon lady!

Ronnie:
[using one of its gadgets so Glove, gripping its back, is shocked] Hey, this chair's turbo.

Glove:
You little monster.

I.Q.:
Why don't you pick on someone your own size? Like me, for instance, Madame-Zero?

Karate-1:
[jumping and knocking Madame-O down with his foot after she uses her harp's rays to topple I.Q] That's for music-lovers everywhere.

Madame-O:
Ta-ta, Glove, darling. You are the loser I always knew you were. [blasts off]

Glove:
Loser? *Loser*? I'll make you eat those words... Wait for me!

Chopper:
[throwing his chain] Smart-mouthed kid.

Sport-1:
[firing magnetic rays to manipulate it] I've also got smart hands.

Madame-O:
You know I would never betray you, Scarab darling. I was just keeping an eye on Glove for you.

Dr. Scarab:
Yes, well, from now on, I'll be keeping an eye on *you*.

Glove:
[typing in a wired chair] I won't betray Dr. Scarab. Ouch! I won't betray Dr. Scarab. Ouch!... I *know* I will. OWWWW!

[last lines]

Ronnie:
Ya know, I've decided I'm gonna be an inventor like Professor Sharp when I grow up. Maybe I can help other kids like me.

I.Q.:
That's great, Ronnie. But it may not be easy.

Ronnie:
[chuckling] Yeah? Well, that's OK. I've just got a *little* handicap.

Cal 20 Advanced Data Computer:
Hello, SPL. Nothing new in Cleveland. But - how about you and me connecting more often? You don't need a security check as an excuse to...

Rock-1:
[whispering] This could be a trap.

Karate-1:
Yeah - a deli of doom. [laughs]

Harlan Nails:
When you have someone like a partner you don't make two of anything.

Dr. Scarab:
Undersea earthquakes do more than shake. Often they release rare chemical compounds. And precious metals. Gems, gold, platinum. And even diamonds.

Madame-O:
Well, those *are* a few of my favorite things...

Dr. Scarab:
But most of all, earthquakes sometimes release... plutonium.

Octopus:
We have always lived in peace and harmony.

Mother-1:
With no secrets to hide from each other, I can see why.

Jack Bennett:
I've hooked some strange things in my time but you take the prize.

Klunk:
Want creature! Love creature!

Madame-O:
Yes, I know. A fool in love.

Klunk:
No fool!

Eric Bennett:
A mind-link with fish. This should getcha a Nobel Prize.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Or at least a front page of the Midnight Blab.

Jack Bennett:
Think the old guy knows what's happening down below?

Helen Bennett:
For his own peace of mind, I hope not.

Jack Bennett:
For *your* piece of mind, we'd better plant these explosives fast and get home to Meg.

Helen Bennett:
It was so much easier being a mother when we were just a, normal family.

J.D. Bennett:
Can you believe that crazy creature?

Eric Bennett:
I wonder if I could train it to play center field.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Yeah, just think about it - a glove on every arm.

Bionic-1:
Set the charge and I'll go back and get our friendly octopus or... whatever it is.

Bionic-1:
[to Madame O] Struggling will only make it worse.

Glove:
[aiming] Then *I'll* just have to make it better.

Glove:
Madame O - hit the juice!

Madame-O:
I love it when you take charge.

Meg's friend:
You have a beeper?

Meg Bennett:
Yeah. Doesn't everyone?

Dr. Scarab:
Remember, your obsession with that disgusting creature comes after your loyalty to me.

Dr. Scarab:
Fate has provided us with two bionic guinea pigs.

Mother-1:
Tell them the rest, Scarab. Tell them how it will poison the oceans.

Bionic-1:
And probably destroy all life on Earth.

Madame-O:
Are they telling the truth?

Dr. Scarab:
[laughs] Well, of course they are. But what does it matter to me, if I and my followers live forever?

Bionic-1:
Forget it, Helen; he's not about to help. He's got blubber where his heart should be.

Mother-1:
Rock-1, I need your legs.

Klunk:
Where is creature?

Sport-1:
What's he talkin' about?

Karate-1:
Must've seen your last date.

Octopus:
Thank you. Thank you.

Madame-O:
Thank *you*.

Glove:
You're going to take him back? Just like that?

Dr. Scarab:
Suppose you tell him to get lost.

Glove:
[Freezes when Klunk starts growling] Uh... perhaps some, other time.

Helen Bennett:
It's made out of the rarest sea algae in the world. Soft as silk. I found it on the ocean floor.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
All right. Nothin' like a rock concert for peace and quiet.

Dr. Scarab:
Well, I haven't had this much fun since I ripped up Maddy's teddy bear.

Madame-O:
Oh, excellent groveling, darling. You were born for it.

Dr. Hallowell Patridge:
Yes, you were always one of my favorites. Your brother Wilmer, he showed promise too; whatever happened to him?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
We... keep in touch from, time to time.

Dr. Hallowell Patridge:
Ah, but there is a student in my class this term who would give you both a run for your money. A young man named, uh, J.D. Bennett.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Really. Bennett, ah?

Dr. Hallowell Patridge:
A brilliant analytical mind. Mark my words, that boy will go far.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I believe you, Dr. Partridge, I believe you.

Jack Bennett:
J.D., the backyard isn't the best place for testing hardware, OK?

J.D. Bennett:
[indicating Bunji] It's not my fault; the tracking system worked perfectly. It was human error.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Oh, great. Blame us humans, Mr. Machine.

J.D. Bennett:
Sometimes I wish I *was* a machine. At least machines can't make mistakes; they're perfect.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[coming out munching on a windshield wiper] Thanks for the compliment.

Eric Bennett:
[running out after him] F.L.U.F.F.I., ya big dope. How many times do I have to tell ya: don't eat the quad-runners.

Karate-1:
Relax, Jeeves. You're safe now.

Phipps:
The name is Phipps, sir.

Mechanic:
Uh, Chopper oughta be here any minute, boss. With that Dr. Pigeon.

Dr. Scarab:
That's Partridge, you yo-yo, you.

Dr. Scarab:
[after he crashes through the window] This place has doors, you know.

Chopper:
The old guy didn't put up much of a struggle. I've gotta have *some* fun!

Karate-1:
If this were a TV show, there would be a body in this closet.

[opens in; Phipps falls out]

Dr. Scarab:
Many years ago my dear brother Amadeus Sharp and I were students of yours at the university.

Dr. Hallowell Patridge:
That's right. Wilmer! And you were expelled for...

Dr. Scarab:
For knowing too much.

Dr. Hallowell Patridge:
You mean cheating!

Dr. Scarab:
Ah, whatever.

Helen Bennett:
You remember that spring we met?

Jack Bennett:
Oh, I remember it well. It was April.

Helen Bennett:
May.

Jack Bennett:
And you were wearing blue.

Helen Bennett:
Red.

Jack Bennett:
Yeah... It was April, blue, and you. I'll never forget our first date. That old sci-fi flick...

Helen Bennett:
It was a musical, Jack.

Jack Bennett:
And afterwards we went out for pizza.

Helen Bennett:
Chili dogs.

Jack Bennett:
That's right, and then I drove ya home.

Helen Bennett:
We walked.

Helen Bennett, Jack Bennett:
I'll never forget it.

Helen Bennett:
Ya know, Jack, I can't imagine anyone who doesn't love spring.

Dr. Scarab:
[cut to the hideout] I hate it. Hate it. Hate it, hate it. Spring - I hate it.

Dr. Scarab:
Nothing in the world is dumber.

Mechanic:
[coming in] Hiya, boss.

Dr. Scarab:
*Almost* nothing.

Mechanic:
I don't want yous to be lonely.

Dr. Scarab:
Lonely? Me? The great Scarab? Out. Out-out-out! I'm not lonely; I've never been lonely. [Mechanic leaves] I'm so lonely...

Dr. Scarab:
Oh, no one understands me. No one is worthy of me... except me - and even when I was, just a kid, it was the same way. Belinda Sue Skugnog, the prettiest girl in school... even she was unworthy of me. She told Mrs. Clamcake that I stole all the other kids' cookies. She betrayed me.

Dr. Scarab:
Why wasn't I been twins? Only someone as great as me can appreciate how great me is. [to his reflection] If you were real, there'd be two of me. We could make beautiful music together.

Dr. Scarab:
[seeing a current picture of Belinda Skugnog] I didn't know Klunk had a sister.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I've just received a report that Scarab and his goons are over at the Wanko Research Lab, playing patty-cake with the guards. I think the Bionic Six should join the party.

Meg Bennett:
Aren't The Bandroids just the mega-best?

J.D. Bennett:
The best at what, sonic warfare?

J.D. Bennett:
[loudly over the music] How can a respected scientist stoop to having brilliant inventions

[it stops]

J.D. Bennett:
USED TO PLAY ROCK'N'ROLL?

[everyone stares; chuckles awkwardly]

J.D. Bennett:
Sorry.

Karate-1:
Hey, I could be discovered.

Sport-1:
As what, the new missing link?

Rock-1:
Bim is taking her just to get even with me.

Mother-1:
He'll get over it.

Rock-1:
Yeah, but will I?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Well, the last time I saw you you were trying to prove that rock'n'roll could cure the common cold.

Dr. Bruce "Bad Brains" Huxter:
Hey, I haven't had a sniffle in fifteen years.

Techno Tex:
Well, weld my joints and call me a table lamp.

Sport-1:
[of Tex's handshake] Now that's what I'd call a squeeze-play.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[the Bandroids are Metalhand, Techno Tex, Rivet Rick, and... ] You named him Bob?

Dr. Bruce "Bad Brains" Huxter:
Hey, what would *you* call him?

Bob:
[laughs] I'd call him ultra-cute.

Bob:
C-c-c-c-cute? I'm a r-r-r-r-r-r-rock'n'r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-roll legend. And legends are n-n-n-n-n-n-not cute. We're irresistible.

Metalhand:
Is there a stationary power-supply depot nearby?

Rock-1:
Huh?

Metalhand:
A wall-plug.

Glove:
I'm getting sick of these stupid costume parties you call plans, Scarab.

Glove:
If I were in charge, we would've blasted them to bits long ago.

Dr. Scarab:
In charge? You? *I'll* give you a charge.

Madame-O:
[aiming] Prepare for your swan song.

Techno Tex:
[blasts the harp out of her grip] Never did like songs about animals. 'Ceptin' cows.

Karate-1:
Hey, just call us the Bionic Roadies.

Bionic-1:
We've found The Bandroids. They seem to be out of energy. No sign of Rock-1, I'm afraid.

Dr. Bruce "Bad Brains" Huxter:
And who says there's nothing funny on TV?

Stagehand:
Oh, great. I gotta go out and tell fifty-thousand crazed teenagers, that they got to wait.

Mechanic:
I broke the fiddle, boss. I came to get another one.

Dr. Scarab:
It's a guitar.

Mechanic:
I only thought...

Dr. Scarab:
This will teach you that I do the thinking around here. [zaps him]

Rock-1:
[leaping onto the stage with I.Q] I always wanted to break into show business.

Sleezoid Member:
[as he attacks] What is that moron Mechanic doing?

Mechanic:
For once, he's showing some brains.

Dr. Bruce "Bad Brains" Huxter:
[having The Bandroids open their heads for repairs] Time to blow your tops, guys.

Eric Bennett:
Come on, F.L.U.F.F.I. Gimme a hand...

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
I don't have hands. Will my cerbo-grapplers do?

Jack Bennett:
Bet my bions that's Scarab's work.

Karate-1:
[after landing] All right, Scarab - it's time to party.

Sport-1:
[a tree is blasted; Sport-1 catches him after he's knocked back] I think he heard you.

Madame-O:
What do we do now, fearless leader?

Dr. Scarab:
Well, we, uh... can always resort to mindless destruction.

Jack Bennett:
It's great to have you part of the team again, Sport-1.

Eric Bennett:
It's great to have a team to be a part of.

Eric Bennett:
I almost lost you all twice today. I'll take being part of a family and everything that goes with it.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[offering him the garbage] Everything?

Eric Bennett:
Me and my big mouth.

Glove:
That's what I like about you, Mechanic. Your perception of the universe is unencumbered by the slightest hint of intelligence!

Mechanic:
Oooh, thanks.

Dr. Scarab:
Fee, fi, fo, fum. I smell the trail of Karate-1.

Dr. Scarab:
Fee, fi, fo, fum. I've got you, Glove, under my thumb.

Karate-1:
What is this? What's goin' on around here? And where is here?

Glove:
[aiming] I'm not sure how you got here, but I know how you're leaving.

Glove:
Well, you'll never get the chance to warn Scarab.

Karate-1:
Warn Scarab, why would I wanna do that? I don't even like the guy.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
It's quieter at the Indianapolis 500.

Meg Bennett:
How does this thing work, J.D.?

J.D. Bennett:
It's based on the reaction refracted light has when it strikes a hyperpolarized nonreflective prism.

Meg Bennett, Eric Bennett:
Oh.

Eric Bennett:
How does it work in English?

J.D. Bennett:
I lied. It works by magic. First you rub the lamp then the genie appears.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
How can I meditate when you guys make more noise than an octopus using chopsticks?

Eric Bennett:
You look a lot better invisible.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[eating a can] Cherry cola. My favorite. Yum - yum - yum.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[thinking while adjusting his optic sensors so he's invisible to them] Bunji has said no one can see him. I am programmed to obey all Bennetts. Therefore, I cannot see Bunji.

[aloud]

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Bunji? Where are you, Bunji?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[flipping his way out of the room] Yippee, yeah! Hoo-hoo!

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
[thinking] Humans. Go figure.

Karate-1:
A couple of Scarab's gang are at the university science department. And it doesn't look like they want an education.

Mechanic:
Uh, what is this thing, Glove? And what's Scarab gonna do with it?

Glove:
It is impossible for your ball-bearing brains to comprehend the subtle complexities of his plan.

Mechanic:
Oh. So you don't know either, huh?

Glove:
Just when I think you can't get any dumber, you surpass yourself.

Mechanic:
I do? Oh, gee, thanks, Glove.

Karate-1:
Now I'm the little man who isn't there.

Glove:
Not that way, you stupid Cyphron! Mechanic - I didn't know you had a robot for a brother.

Mechanic:
Uh, I don't. But I have a cousin who's an accountant.

Rock-1:
[Mechanic and Glove fall over with grunts] Now that's my kinda music.

I.Q.:
How did you do that?

Sport-1:
By tilting the disc's axis, I created centrifugal force, allowing the internal gravity to form a parabolic field mass.

I.Q.:
Oh, that's what I thought.

Rock-1:
[aiming] This number's dedicated to Glove with love. [he's knocked down and a Cyphron getting out of the van is destroyed] Love that rock'n'roll.

I.Q.:
[throwing Glove into the van] I wish people would deposit their litter in the proper receptacles.

I.Q.:
[Glove and Mechanic take off] That was not part of the plan.

Rock-1:
[the three-way electronic mirror explodes] What did you put in that thing?

I.Q.:
Oh, just some computer chips, mini-circuits, micro-batteries, a power drain, and about seven years' bad luck.

Dr. Scarab:
As soon as I install the power accumulator at the test site, and hook it up to my weapons system, I'll have enough power at my command, at my fingertips, to destroy anyone who challenges me.

Madame-O:
What about the good part, darling? The money.

Dr. Scarab:
Madame-O, you will have more money than even you can spend.

Rock-1:
But we did try to stop Karate-1.

I.Q.:
And you would've thought *we* were invisible.

Karate-1:
Hey, they didn't even stick around for a happy ending.

Rock-1:
Happy ending? What happy ending? King Jonathan will never be human now!

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Wanna bet? Scarab used a simple matter-transducer for the transformation. It'll be easy to reverse. All we have to do is have a fully-charged, sonic-specific bionic being commit tactile energy transference.

Rock-1:
Huh?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Give the frog a kiss.

Eric Bennett:
Can't we just go to another supplier?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Yeah, like GNOMES'R'Us?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Something grim is going on in that fairytale kingdom.

Rock-1:
I feel like I've been dropped into a fairy tale.

Karate-1:
[Sport-1 and I.Q. exchange a glance] So who're you - the Brothers Grim?

Bionic-1:
[calling] Is anybody here?

Rock-1:
I don't think I wanna know.

Dr. Scarab:
I love a good fairy tale. And they all died happily ever after.

Chopper:
It's about time I got my turn to rumble. [makes a "chick'a'pffa" noise]

Mechanic:
Yeah, me too, [trying to imitate him] chick-a-p'ka.

Dr. Scarab:
I hate happy endings.

Meg Bennett:
[smeared with some of the exploding giant vegetable] Now I know why they call it squash.

Meg Bennett:
I told Bim it was dangerous but he said we were "pushing back the frontiers of science."

Helen Bennett:
Pushing back the frontiers of recklessness if you ask me.

Eric Bennett:
How 'bout popping up another stack to center field, Dad?

Jack Bennett:
[tossing pancakes to his plate] You got it, champ.

Madame-O:
[Bim throws a giant tomato at her] Now, little boy, I'll teach you to play with your food.

J.D. Bennett:
I've almost got the kinks out of my new remote radio-control. Keep your eyes on that treadmill...

Helen Bennett:
[CRASH] J.D...

Dr. Scarab:
How could a creature I put so much of myself into be such an idiot?

Meg Bennett:
Cheat if you want to, Bunji. I'll catch you *without* my bionics.

Jack Bennett:
Nothing like a little sibling rivalry to get the games underway.

Dr. Scarab:
It's time to trap the Sickening Six.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
And, Karate-1, let's check out your bionics. I just don't understand this.

Karate-1:
OK, Professor. I hope you have a good insurance policy.

Karate-1:
Karate-1 is KO'ed.

Dr. Scarab:
Testing, one, two. Radio Scarab is calling. Testing, one, two.

Mechanic:
Three is next - I-I think, boss.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Meg would never have caught me even with her bionics on.

Meg Bennett:
I would too.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Would not.

Meg Bennett:
Would too! And what kid of creepazoid steals his sister's radio-hones anyway?

Bionic-1:
It's a dead end.

Dr. Scarab:
[trapping them] Aptly put, Bionic-1. It *is* a dead end. Yours.

Mechanic:
You want I should bring a mop, boss?

Dr. Scarab:
And don't touch that dial.

Mechanic:
[dropping what he just removed from the panel] This dial, boss?

Rock-1:
Let's give it the bionic boogie, Karate-1.

Rock-1:
[leaping up the mountain] I've always been into rock, but - this is ridiculous.

Dr. Scarab:
[waiting for them] Going my way?

Bionic-1:
No, thanks.

I.Q.:
We don't relate to insects.

Glove:
Maybe you'll relate to *this*. [fires]

Glove:
Now we'll have to dig them out like the rats they are.

Dr. Scarab:
What do you mean "we"?

Mechanic:
Darling, what is all this commotion?

Madame-O:
I think it means this place could blow.

Mechanic:
Blow *up*?

Madame-O:
[Nods] Yeah, Madame-O!

Mechanic:
Ohh-h. How tiresome, darling. I suggest we remove ourselves also.

Dr. Scarab:
Ahh, four against two. I don't like the odds.

Bionic-1:
Why not? They're fine with us.

Dr. Scarab:
[Mechanic and Madame-O burst through a wall] Four to four. I like that better.

Karate-1:
[from behind with Rock=1] How about six to four?

Madame-O:
Before we take it to a messy fuss, darlings, I should mention that the alarm back in the control room was terribly ominous.

Bionic-1:
[the alarm goes off] Sounds like one of Scarab's self-destructive ideas.

Dr. Scarab:
Come, my minions.

[last lines]

Meg Bennett:
I could've caught you.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Could not.

Meg Bennett:
Could too.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Could not.

Meg Bennett:
Could too.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Could not.

Meg Bennett:
Could too!

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Could not.

Meg Bennett:
Could too!

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Could not.

Meg Bennett:
Could too!

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Could not.

Meg Bennett:
Cut it out!

Robots:
Attack. Attack. Attack. Attack. Attack. Attack.

Karate-1:
Come on, Bionic Six. Let's improve their vocabulary.

Rock-1:
You'd better calm down, Professor Sharp. You're setting your flower on fire. [Sharp looks at his lapel; it's actually flashing from the alert system light's reflection]

Bionic-1:
[confronting him at his holdup in the theater] Your movie career is over, Glove.

Karate-1:
Here's a preview of coming attractions.

Robots:
[the film screen falls toward them] I always wanted a screen test but this is ridiculous.

Eric Bennett:
F.L.U.F.F.I., wake up! Can't you hear that awful racket?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Yes, I can. What is the source?

Eric Bennett:
You are! You're snoring!

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Impossible. I am not programmed for snoring.

[goes back to sleep, snoring again]

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
You're not programmed for sleeping either!

Eric Bennett:
Oh, it's no fair. Why do I have to give up my room and sleep with a robot?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
You don't have to get per - per - personal.

Meg Bennett:
What happened to my recording of the Unliving Pubot concert?

Meg Bennett:
Bunji, have you been using my portatape again?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
I've got a lovely octophonic recording of a harpsichord concerto by Mozart.

Nudnik:
Oh, hail myself. [Scarab takes on his true form]

Dr. Scarab:
[after dropping his old form] Oh, how I hate tweed suits.

Helen Bennett:
We didn't need my ESP to know you were trying to put one over on us.

Jack Bennett:
There's more to martial arts than power. Your father taught you that.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Lately it's been hard for me to remember what he even looked like.

J.D. Bennett:
[a noise loud enough to vibrate the room and knock him out of his chair sounds] It feels like a sonic laser attack. Scarab must've discovered our identities. [runs to her room] Meg, are you OK? Meg! Say, what's goin' on here?

Meg Bennett:
[it's her music] Hi, J.D., takin' a little break?

J.D. Bennett:
Who's makin' this racket, that favorite group of yours? What're they called - Iradesent Slime, wasn't it?

Meg Bennett:
Oh - they're ultra-nowhere. This is the latest disc from Doomed Meat; they're laserrific.

Dr. Scarab:
[to the computer] Make her chin longer. No, not down to her naval.

J.D. Bennett:
[a blaring repeated noise goes off as she adjusts the volume on her stereo] MEG, PLEASE, THAT HORRIBLE SOUND!

Meg Bennett:
Don't blame Doomed Meat for that. That's the Bionic Six alarm.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Didn't you hear the alarm?

J.D. Bennett:
[gesturing toward his ear still ringing from Meg's music] Huh?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[laughs] He fooled you completely.

Bionic-1:
I'm beginning to smell a rat here, a scientific rat.

Meg Bennett:
I *thought* my ESP wasn't registering very much danger.

Nicholas Nickleby:
In magic nothing is what it seems.

Nicholas Nickleby:
How do I do it? A magician never tells.

I.Q.:
If he did he'd be out of a job.

Sport-1:
Stand back. I'll protect ya.

Assistant:
Thanks, but...

Chopper:
HAIL SCARAB!

[takes on his true form]

Chopper:
who's gonna protect *you*?

Sport-1:
I'm glad I didn't ask her for a date.

Sport-1:
[flinging two metal triangles from the dome] This is called the pivot play.

Mechanic:
What if the ting don't work, boss?

Dr. Scarab:
Then I lose a fortune in research and development, and the Bionic Six get to beat you up again.

Meg Bennett:
Ooh, megadocious!

Bionic-1:
We'll stay here, Professor, and keep out any unwanted visitors.

Sport-1:
[seeing Scarab's ship] Bionic-1, I think we have some unwanted visitors right now.

Store owner:
[Rock-1 blazes though the store to buy what's needed before it closes] Kids today. Rush, rush, rush.

Hoakie McCoy:
Ya ever hear o'Sharp?

Dr. Scarab:
I, uh, may have heard the name somewhere.

Dr. Scarab:
What McCoy fails to realize is that he can't pull a scam on the greatest mind in the universe.

Mechanic:
Uh, yeah. Who's that?

I.Q.:
It's, uh, found in large quantities on the moon.

Dr. Scarab:
No problem, I'll, I'll j... what?

Madame-O:
Oh, no. OH, NO! NOT MY DIAMONDS!

Dr. Scarab:
Glove, get those diamonds.

Madame-O:
Oh, no! Oh, no - darling, darling, *please*. Throw me in the tar pit - anything. But don't take my...

Glove:
You lose, "darling".

Hoakie McCoy:
Scarab, you promised the kid you'd set them free.

Dr. Scarab:
I did? Well, let me put this delicately: I lied.

Man:
[watching him work off adrenaline] Joe's a maniac, but he's still the best I ever saw with a jump-rope.

Jake:
Give 'er a hand, lugwrench.

Mechanic:
[in disguise] Uh, yeh, sure. Uh, which one?

Joe Kapoola:
I'm takin' what's mine, and anything else I can carry!

Karate-1:
[bursting in on the bank whose alarm they heard] Room service. Did somebody ring?

I.Q.:
[Kapoola jumps rope with enough force to repel him] Hey, nice moves.

Rock-1:
[firing] Let's see if he can do it to music.

Rock-1:
Time for a music lesson, Madame-Oaf.

Madame-O:
[firing] Anytime, Shrock-1.

Madame-O:
Glove, perhaps we should take the boxer with us. Scarab might find him interesting.

Glove:
You mean *you* might find him interesting.

Bionic-1:
[arriving to destroy the bombs thrown down while they were unconscious] Can't you kids stay out of trouble?

Mother-1:
You don't think we'd miss your first amateur boxing match, do you?

I.Q.:
I didn't think you were interested in boxing. And anyway, I lost.

Mother-1:
That's because you didn't double up with the jab, and you left yourself wide open for his left hook.

Helen Bennett:
Are you expecting trouble, Professor?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[looking at a crossword puzzle] Let me put it this way: what's a six-letter word for a slimy evil criminal?

Jack Bennett:
Scarab.

Dr. Scarab:
Well, I don't understand how this could've happened. It boggles the mind. You morons actually did something right for once.

Joe Kapoola:
You want to go a few rounds with me?

Madame-O:
Not exactly what I had in mind, darling.

Dr. Scarab:
I-I-I detest violence. Especially on me.

Dr. Scarab:
Uh, how would you like to become a member of my organization?

Joe Kapoola:
I don't need you. I work alone!

Dr. Scarab:
What makes you think that was a multiple-choice question?

Madame-O:
You won't regret this.

Glove:
[muttering] Yes, you will, Scarab. I'll see to it.

Dr. Scarab:
Have I done it again? Have I surpassed myself?

Dr. Scarab:
I'm brilliant all over again.

[first lines]

J.D. Bennett:
Mornin', Dad; what's cookin'?

Jack Bennett:
Eggs Bennett.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Uh-oh.

Jack Bennett:
you boys just don't know what you're missing.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Right. We don't mind as long as we miss it.

Eric Bennett:
[at a machine preparing breakfast] Instant taco.

J.D. Bennett:
don't you know what a wormhole is?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Let me guess: a hole for worms.

Mechanic:
I just gotta put the doohickey in the whatchamacallit.

Dr. Scarab:
How can I run an evil empire with a broken computer?

Mechanic:
Computer? I thought this was a TV.

Glove:
[of the wormhole-catcher] I've got it.

Dr. Scarab:
Well? Give it to me, Glove.

Glove:
You asked for it, Scarab.

[fires it at him]

Eric Bennett:
[watching I.Q., Rock-1, and Karate-1 in the parallel dimension] Wow! I didn't know Flub Fleming made a cartoon about us! That's great!

Karate-1:
[of Fleming] Are you sure *he'll* know how to get out of this crazy house?

Rock-1:
[trying to run with the others but not moving] I wouldn't be too sure of *any*thing around here.

Karate-1:
It's Chucky Duck! This is crazy!

chucky Duck:
No. *This* is crazy. [enlarges to make some faces]

Karate-1:
Oh, this duck is amuck.

Karate-1:
[of Chucky Duck] I think he's *ducking* the question.

Ernestine Elephant:
Well. It's about time I got to star in my own cartoon.

Flub Flemming:
Sorry, Ernestine. You run along and have fun. And try not to trip over your trunk.

Mechanic:
Sorry, boss. But you should not have sat on that porcupine.

Dr. Scarab:
Now he tells me. [Klunk laughs]

Mechanic:
Maybe you should get some weapons, boss.

Dr. Scarab:
Oh, sure. I suppose the Acme Super Weapon truck will drive right up and deliver some. [it does]

Flub Flemming:
This is a cartoon. Anything can happen.

Dr. Scarab:
Sorry, Fleming. This cartoon is canceled.

I.Q.:
This makes no sense at all.

Karate-1:
It doesn't have to.

Rock-1:
It's a cartoon.

Mother-1:
I bet Scarab wasn't expecting us.

Dr. Scarab:
Just as I expected.

Sport-1:
[flying the quad-runner raising his arms preparing to unleash his magnetic power] Look, Ma - no hands!

Irene Hughes:
My uncle intends to host a mystery part at his mansion for all the nominees. And whoever solves the Mystery of Mycroft Manor will surely deserve the award.

J.D. Bennett:
Well, I... I, uh, I'm sure someone in the Bionic Six would accept. I'll, uh, ask my good friend, Professor Sharp, to see, if, uh, i-if he can, uh, contact them.

Madame-O:
I'm too sophisticated to play cowboys and Indians.

Glove:
I have no intention of wearing a ten-gallon hat and sweating by a swimming pool. But robbing all of these wealthy fools, plaing cowboys and Indians could be a bit of fun.

Glove:
Don't worry about Mechanic. He's a bumbling, laughable, moronic fool, but he's no snitch.

Mechanic:
Oh, gee, thanks, Glove.

Glove:
Howdy, partners. I believe the phrase is "Your money or your life!" [laughs with the others]

[first lines]

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
[seeing a parallel world populated by reptilian beings] I always knew those stories about alligators in the New York sewers were true.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
Hey, Professor, looks like you blew a fuse.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Actually, I blew an interspacial synchronoplastic coupler.

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
That's what I said: a fuse.

J.D. Bennett:
Say, you're a cute whatever-you-are.

Glitch:
Too cute are you, too.

J.D. Bennett:
Wait'll I show you to everybody. You'll know their socks off.

Glitch:
Off Glitch will knock socks?

J.D. Bennett:
He's a foot tall, bright orange, and he talks gibberish.

Jack Bennett:
Sounds like you're the one talking gibberish, son.

Eric Bennett:
[as Glitch appears then disappears atop the TV F.L.U.F.F.I.'s watching in the next room] There is no such thing as a one-foot-tall bright-orange Glitch.

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
Wanna bet?

Glove:
There, that should do it.

Mechanic:
Yeah, that should do it. Uhh, do what?

Klunk:
Crush Bionic Six!

Glove:
Well put, Klunk. Well put.

Eric Bennett:
[watching a sword-wielder in a movie] Wow, look at that swing. Oh, he can bat cleanup for my team anytime.

Dr. Scarab:
[talking in his sleep] Take that, you bionic bozo. And that.

Mechanic:
[singing] Hi diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, and the dish ran away with the... fork.

Mechanic:
[zooming in toward the moon's surface] Pretty soon I'm gonna see 'im. I'm gonna see the Man in the Moon.

Eric Bennett:
Boy, F.L.U.F.F.I., isn't the moon beautiful tonight?

F.L.U.F.F.I.:
I am not programmed to see the moon as a thing of beauty. To my sensors, it is a large white disk, at considerable distance from this - spot.

Mechanic:
[having shot past the full view of the moon zooming in toward its top surface] Pretty soon I'm gonna see 'im. I'm gonna see the Man in the Moon.

Mechanic:
[calling] Come out, come out. I won't hurt you...

Dr. Scarab:
[from behind] No. I won't hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to kill you.

Mechanic:
But - but - but, boss...

Dr. Scarab:
No. Killing is too good for you. First I'm going to hurt you. After I hurt you, then I'm going to make you suffer.

Mechanic:
[crying] Scratch my eyes out, boss. Pull out my fingernails. But please let me go to the moon.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
History lesson: who was the first man to step onto the moon?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
...Christopher Columbus? [everyone laughs]

J.D. Bennett:
The first man to step onto the moon was Neil Armstrong. The second man to step onto the moon was Buzz Aldren. The mission was Apollo 11, the year was 1969, the month was July, the date was the twentieth.

Mechanic:
I wonder if the Man in the Moon has a telephone.

Mechanic:
[looking for the Man in the Moon, he sees an alien move then replace Old Glory] There he is! Gosh. I didn't know he was - an American.

Dr. Scarab:
After all, I'm soon going to get my hands on that plutonium.

Glove:
And will your life be any better, Dr. Scarab?

Dr. Scarab:
No, probably not. But it will be a lot longer. [laughs]

Mechanic:
[seeing the aliens] Won't Scarab be surprised when he finds out the Man in the Moon has a family?

Dr. Scarab:
Why don't they reply to out signals? That's what I wanna know.

Madame-O:
Well, maybe they just don't have anything to say, darling.

Madame-O:
[reading the rocket's label] USC? Do you suppose it's a college outing?

Rock-1:
Solar.

Karate-1:
No, Meg. That's *lu*nar.

Dr. Scarab:
First, get the meteor. Then the flag.

Glove:
Flag?

Dr. Scarab:
Just a little souvenir. [chuckles]

[last lines]

Teacher:
Your science project was excellent, Eric, very convincing. It's almost - almost as if you had been there.

[first lines]

Eric Bennett:
Oh, boy, you really went too far this time, Meg; Mom's gonna kill you.

Meg Bennett:
Nuh-uh, she'll understand.

[he takes from her the bag she was holding in her mouth since her arms were full]

Meg Bennett:
Everything was on sale.

Eric Bennett:
Only a girl would think like that.

J.D. Bennett:
[both coming out of the mall with full loads] Hey, how 'bout a hand here?

Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett:
I only have two.

Meg Bennett:
"Only a girl can think like that", huh?

Eric Bennett:
Only a girl and my two crazy brothers.

J.D. Bennett:
You'd better hurry, Eric. They just announced a one-hour sporting good sale.

Eric Bennett:
[taking off] Sporting good sale? Well, why didn't ya say so?

I.Q.:
Maybe they wanna take over the world and turn us all into mindless zombies.

Karate-1:
Karate-1, you've seen too many science-fiction zombies.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
For all we want to know they want to take over the world and turn us all into mindless zombies.

Karate-1:
I never saw *that* in a science-fiction movie.

I.Q.:
Of course not. It's impossible.

Capt. Bowers:
Don't worry, boys; we'll make that bogey think he's standin' still. Squadron leader to wing leaders. We're goin' in. Just fire warning shots.

Sport-1:
[after two rounds, the spacecraft develops a force-field around itself, which the plantes touch against and stay on as it continues descent] Who's going to make *who* think they're standing still?

Dr. Scarab:
With this little toy, I can either save the world or enslave the world. Now what do you think I'm going to do with it?

Bionic-1:
We've never been licked yet.

Karate-1:
It's the "yet* that worries me.

Mechanic:
That space-monkey is smarter than me.

Dr. Scarab:
Mechanic. *All* monkeys are smarter than you.

Eric Bennett:
[of the artificial intellectual-enhancer] Can I borrow it for my algebra test?

Chopper:
I'll teach the monkey some new tricks.

Harry:
I hardly think you're mentally equipped.

Dr. Scarab:
Chopper! Put yourself into neutral.

Dr. Scarab:
We have to treat our guest with delicacy. After all, we wouldn't want to injure the merchandise.

Dr. Scarab:
Now are you quite comfortable, King Kong Junior?

Harry:
Well, as long as you've asked, I'd much prefer to be swinging on an intertube.

Dr. Scarab:
I'm tired of monkeying around with you.

Glove:
[to Scarab as the stampede charges toward them] What now, Lord of the Jungle?

Dr. Scarab:
Run!

Madame-O:
Brilliant maneuver, darling.

[repeated line]

The Perceptor:
Humanity shall prevail.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Good luck, my boy.

Jack Bennett:
Thanks, Professor. But I don't need any luck when I'm testing one of your planes; they're always one-hundred percent.

Rock-1:
Going somewhere?

The Perceptor:
[fleeing with surprising agility] Exactly!

The Perceptor:
The fools. They cannot deceive The Perceptor.

Karate-1:
[behind him with Sport-1] But we can try, can't we?

Karate-1:
[watching The Perceptor's flipping escape in awe] Whew. Nice moves.

Sport-1:
Move it yourself, Karate-1.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Perceptor is a nightmare from my past.

Helen Bennett:
There's more going on here than meets the eye.

Jack Bennett:
Even a bionic eye.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
[after stepping on a tile which trigged a trap he dangles in from the ceiling] Looks like I really put my foot in it this time.

The Perceptor:
Very aptly phrased, Professor Sharp.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Peter, you said you would meet with me on neutral ground.

The Perceptor:
Unfortunately, it has not been my experience that everyone tells the truth, Professor. And you will please address me as: The Perceptor. The man whose name you have just spoken no longer exists.

The Perceptor:
It is technology that makes a mockery of humanity. Humanity must be protected from itself.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
And who gave *you* the right to decide?

The Perceptor:
Who better, Professor Sharp? It's you who gave me my cause.

Bionic-1:
Perceptor, I can't believe you'd let us die. You've never harmed anyone before.

The Perceptor:
There's always a first time.

Mother-1:
Professor, don't you think you owe us an explanation?

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Yes. Yes, indeed I do. Unfortunately, I can't get give you one, not just yet.

I.Q.:
Uh, Bionic-1, Karate-1 and I will catch up with you. We've got things to wrap up here.

Karate-1:
We do? Oh, right. Right, I.Q.

Bionic-1:
Well, OK, boys, but be careful.

Karate-1:
[watching I.Q. on the computer] Oh, don't worry. We won't do anything careless. I hope.

The Perceptor:
It is humanity that is blind.

Dr. Peter Wilcox:
How can I be patient when the world is in such turmoil?

Doctor:
There are three children trapped on the top floor!

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Children? That lab wasn't supposed to open until tomorrow.

The Perceptor:
NOOOOOOO.

Girl:
Who... Who're you?

Boy:
He's a superhero. Can'cha see?

The Perceptor:
[Makes a noise of disbelief] Me? A hero?

Boy:
[as he puts the blanket over the kids to evacuate them] Is this a game?

The Perceptor:
That's right. A game of blind-man's-bluff.

[last lines]

The Perceptor:
Professor Sharp, I'm sorry. All this time I've held you responsible. My mind, you know.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
There, there, my friend, it's - it's all right.

The Perceptor:
No, it's not all right. I've been wrong. But I can change. I'll make up for it. You'll see.

[jumping out of the MULE's rear door he just opened]

The Perceptor:
Humanity *will* prevail.

Mother-1:
You know, Professor, I don't think we've seen the last of The Perceptor.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
Neither do I, Mother-1, neither do I. But from now on, I think we'll *like* what we see.

Prof. Amadeus Sharp:
No, no, you can't! You have a ninety-five-percent probability of failure!

Karate-1:
That's only one way to look at it.