NTSF:SD:SUV

Kove:
There's no time. If these nerds get loose it will be a catastrophe. We need to blow up that plane.

Alphonse:
That's Trent and Piper up there!

Kove:
I can't hear you over the sound of me hitting the Blow Plane Up button.

Kove:
I am your commanding officer and I command you to stand down!

Alphonse:
I cannot obey that order. Ma'am.

Kove:
Oh. Oh. Uh... okay. I really don't know what to do in this situation. Normally people just do what I say.

Daisy:
What is happening?

Alphonse:
Trent and Piper's prison transport plane has been taken over by criminals.

Daisy:
Oh my God! Does that mean we get to blow it up? Cause I want to press the button.

Trent:
Get ready for your complimentary beatdown.

Trent:
Which one is bastardizing a beloved comic book property?

Piper:
According to this guide all of them.

Trent:
Damn it, we're not Ryan Seacrest, we can't be everywhere.

Kove:
Intel suggests a terrorist group called Fanboz. The z means they are indeed crazy and don't subscribe to the normal rules of grammar.

Jessie:
I always wanted to meet him. Doing his autopsy is the next best thing.

President of the Navy:
What? They don't have San Diego Day in Europe?

Piper Ferguson:
The President had been drugged and his heart has been replaced with a bomb.

Trent Hauser:
Not on my watch.

Piper Ferguson:
Well like I said, it already happened.

Frank Forrest:
The future of San Diego just went down the el ba?o like a hot number two.

Trent Hauser:
Foam pill.

Frank Forrest:
Pretty sure its cyanide.

Trent Hauser:
You FDA guys are so naive.

Kove:
Frank, what do you and the boys at the FDA know about Cabeza Demente?

Frank Forrest:
Three things: zero, zilch and nada. And zilch just left town.

Kove:
Let's clear these stinking corpses up and get back to work.

Kove:
That's totally not my fault.

Gabe Sampson:
You can't do this, you're not capable. The third rule of robotics: you cannot kill a human.

S.A.M.:
They have an app for that.

Agent Coyote Daniels:
Shadowy, invisible world is all around us, just can't see it. Because it's invisible. And shadowy.

S.A.M.:
I am suddenly filled with emotions. I want to kill someone.

Sam:
What proof do you have?

Piper:
Well, S.A.M. was holding the gun and he confessed.

Trent:
And you buy it?

Trent:
How many times has all the evidence pointed at me being guilty, then at the last minute some crucial piece of evidence comes to light and clears my name and reputation.

Alphonse:
Thirteen.

Alphonse:
Gabe Sampson originally founded Robotics & Son by himself. Then in 1992 he brought on his son Aaron Sampson.

Piper:
That's over four years ago. He hasn't aged a bit.

Alphonse:
Four years ago? That was twenty years ago.

Piper:
[Long Pause] What year is it?

Aaron Sampson:
I'm not a robot.

Trent:
Then explain this. [Cut's Sampson's arm] Red oil. Pretty convincing.

Trent:
So, uh, I guess he wasn't a robot.

Alphonse:
Or a vampire.

Piper:
Or a werewolf.

S.A.M.:
Manimal?

Stripper:
When I came to my space shuttle blue prints were gone.

Trent Hauser:
Space shuttle blueprints?

Stripper:
I'm a NASA engineer. I just strip to make ends meet.

Alphonse:
Her story checks out.

Kove:
Piper, I want you to find everyone in the United States with the initials 'V.B.'

Jessie Nichols:
We're LARPing at my house tonight so I was just getting ready to leave.

Alphonse:
Okay, well this isn't Applebees, you can't just clock out whenever you want.

Jessie Nichols:
You can't do that at Applebees.

Alphonse:
Exactly.

Kove:
I'll be roughing up witnesses.

Trent:
Made it a policy to never say no to slides.

Mona Lisa:
I always hated that painting!

Piper:
I miss the Time Angels. Those girls were nice.

Trent:
Yeah, if they had weekly adventures I could watch or DVR I'd do it. In a heartbeat.

Mona Lisa:
Listen up Angels! The bad news is that there is a terrorist in Time City. The worse news: he's a dinosaur.

Trent:
There's only one thing I hate more than a mole, it's a mole on your skin, and don't bother writing that down because I'm no Moleskine notebook.

Piper:
We just need to stick together like Schwimmer and the gang.

Trent:
I might be a total Ross, but you're no Rachel.

Alphonse:
Why did you sell us out Pipe? Because we never wear those scarves you knit for us?

Piper:
It's not knitting. It's croquet.

Trent:
Let go of the lab geek you IA donkey spunk.

Kove:
I know you're innocent, but the President of the Navy has ordered me to detain you onsite for an immediate trial. Unless one of you assaults me right now so you can escape.

Trent:
Okay. Got it. So when's the trial?

Trent:
Ren faire music? Run! Run!

Kove:
Bite me, you IA scum.