12 oz. Mouse2005

[Professor Wilx placed a crystal trap to Fitz, Aria, and Eye]

Aria:
W-What are you doing? Why would you do this?

Professor Wilx:
Because I -- I just -- [funky music plays while he's dancing] I just want tog et out and have some fun. Is that okay with you? Do I need to ask your permission? Mom?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You're not gonna make it. [get shocked by the trap]

Professor Wilx:
Lasers, dude. Diced mouse.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
You won't make it,

Professor Wilx:
[scoffs] See if I don't.

Aria:
He's right. The Architect designed a revolving lock system. You'll never get out.

Professor Wilx:
Oh, I remember that. I-I helped him. I'm sure I -- I think I remember that.

Aria:
So even if you have the divisible, you have no idea the timing of the lock.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
He did?

Aria:
I hope so. I would have.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
She's totally right. You and your hair. Stuck here forever.

Professor Wilx:
Well, hey. Guess what. He who doesn't try, tries until he keeps trying until finally all the trying makes it frickin' work.

Professor Wilx:
Either that, or I'll force it.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
When I get out of here, I'm gonna kill you.

Professor Wilx:
Oh, sure, yeah. I'm sure that'll hurt if you do that to me. So, uh, see y'all. [dances his way out of here]