Generator Rex, Season One (2010-2011)

Note:
Rex meets his love interest and sweetheart, Circe.

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Rex:
Don't know what you're 24/7 is, but mine is 10% OH YEAH! And 90% uhh.

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Rex:
Outta the way!

Circe:
Uh!

(Rex and Circe both crash to the ground)

Rex:
Are you okay? Did you see that awesome save?

Circe:
Sorry, I was busy trying not to get tackled by some nitwit.

Rex:
Yeah? How that work out for you? And who still uses the word "nitwit"? I'm Rex.

Circe:
I'm leaving.

Rex:
Hey, wait!

Noah:
Rex, you're up.

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Six:
What about the new tracker?

Doctor Holdiay:
His nanites unbuilt it, just like all the other ones we tried sneaking in him. We're still receiving his biometric readings though. It's strange, they're all over the place. It's almost like his emotions are...shorting out.

Six:
He took an unusual interest in Calan's briefing about equatorial upticks.

Doctor Holiday:
And that's important because?

Six:
Rex has been acting stir-crazy and I heard the monkey mention something about spring break. [to workers] Scan all resort areas for his bio signature.

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Noah:
Oh, you have got it all messed up. Falling for some girl? We're supposed to get them to dig us. Not the other way around.

Rex:
I don't know. There was something different about her. She's...right there. Later.

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Rex:
Hey, wait up!

Circe:
Why are you following me?!

Rex:
Uh, I don't know exactly.

Circe:
Do you think I'm playing?!

Rex:
Well, if you are I'm down for another game. I thought maybe we could hang out. It is spring break, you know. Fun.

Circe:
I'm with my family. We're not really for fun.

Rex:
What! Who comes to the beach and doesn't have fun?

(Circe raises her hand)

Rex:
Don't you think that's a little messed up?

Circe:
Maybe a little.

Rex:
So?

Circe:
I'm Circe.

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Rex:
Hold on!

Circe:
Woooo!

Rex:
Definitely better than my suggestion.

Circe:
Hunting for seashells is fun.

(both laugh)

Beach Guy:
You two skid-marts up for a race to the beach?

Circe:
Well, if you drive as badly as for play volleyball, we could probably walk there and win. You're on, meathead.

(guy drives off in anger)

Rex:
So you were watching me play.

Circe:
Maybe a little.

Rex:
sure you wanna do this?

Circe:
Thrill me.

Beach Guy:
Hahahaha! Wooo!

Circe:
C'mom Rex, faster!

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Biowulf:
Explain.

Circe:
Relax. I was covering. Every day when I'm at the end of that jet i when I could hanging out with the other kids, it's starting to look suspicious.

Biowulf:
You're not here for vacation, girl! You're here to prove yourself to Van Kleiss. And I'm starting to doubt you can.

Circe:
I told you. It's a done deal.

(The shadow of her tubular sonic mouth is seen)

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Noah:
So what's on today's spring break agenda? Jet skiing, hiking?

Bobo:
Eating our weight in crab legs?

Rex:
I figured we'd just chill. Let's just see who...uhh I mean what shows up.

(siren-like call)

Rex:
Did you hear that?

Noah:
Sorry, enchiladas.

Rex:
No, that! You seriously didn't hear that?

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Rex:
Circe?

Circe:
You really shouldn't be here right now.

Rex:
I heard something coming from over here.

Circe:
I'm serious, Rex. It's not safe.

Rex:
What you think some sort of roguewave is gonna knock off and- Oh.

Circe:
There you are. Get out of here, Rex!

Rex:
Circe!! What are you doing!?

Circe:
Me!? What are you doing!?

Rex:
Right now, my job. Okay! Don't freak out.