- Terry McGinnis: This could work out after all.
- Max Gibson: Just one thing, McGinnis: You ever call me "Robin", and I'm out of here.
- Terry McGinnis: No problem... Alfred.
- Max Gibson: [confused] "Alfred"?
- Batman: [Runs after and grabs Trey and then sees the card key for Maxine Gibson's locker around his neck] What are you doing with this?
- Trey: I use it to scrape bugs off my windshield. I guess that isn't working, you're still here!
- Batman: You've been breaking into school lockers. Why?
- Trey: Just her locker, to post a message, she's a threat!
- Batman: Because she can finger you clowns beneath your grease paint?
- Trey: I wouldn't know anything about that. I just do as I'm told.
- Batman: Tell your boss to back off! I'll get Max off his tail. You think you can relay that message for me?
- [Throws Trey to the ground]
- Trey: Sure man, but you may wanna give us a tow back to the school. That's where we left him.
- Batman: Run.
- Max Gibson: You called it.
- [She runs towards the Jokerz and tackles one of them]
- Batman: Not what I meant.
- Max Gibson: Who are you?
- Carter Wilson: Me? I'm the best.
- [fires a laser shot at the printed data in her hand, quickly setting it on fire as she drops it]
- Max Gibson: Help! Somebody help!
- Carter Wilson: Who do you think's gonna hear you, Max. Who's gonna come and help you?
- [grabs her by the wrist]
- Batman: [comes out of the shadows] Me!
- [punches Carter in the face, knocking him down for a moment]
- Terminal: Query: how many custodians does it take to clean a school? Answer: none, twip. It's all done by machines.
- [a custodian robot approaches]
- Terminal: Just a squirt of oil and a recharge, and they keep the place spotless.
- [another robot approaches]
- Terminal: And cleanliness is so important, don't you think? That's why I've replaced the standard cleaning fluids with something a little stronger.
- [one of the robots fires a green liquid that burns through the wall]
- Terminal: Acid.
- Terry McGinnis: Uh-oh, the GAT scores are in.
- Dana Tan: I don't even want to know what I got. Hey, Max, what's your ID?
- Max Gibson: The last prime number before my birth year.
- [after an awkward silence, she inputs her ID]
- Terry McGinnis: 2400! You got a perfect score!
- Max Gibson: Yeah, well, it's just a number. Doesn't mean anything. Believe me, Terry, you're just as smart as I am.
- Dana Tan: Think so, huh? Let's see what he got.
- [inputting his ID]
- Dana Tan: Incomplete? How do you get an incomplete on the GATs?
- Terry McGinnis: Some emergency. I had to leave before the test was over.
- Max Gibson: Sometimes I get the feeling you arrange for these "emergencies".
- Max Gibson: I guess I'm not as good a programmer as I thought. Carter wasn't even on my list of possible Jokerz. But you were.
- Terry McGinnis: Wait, you don't think...
- Max Gibson: I did. But now I know the truth.
- [she puts her fingers on top of her head, a la the ears of his cowl]
- Terry McGinnis: What are you gonna do about it?
- Max Gibson: First thing I'm going to do is go cover my tracks, so no one else can figure out... you know.
- Terry McGinnis: It's been taken care of.
- Max Gibson: By whom?
- Terry McGinnis: A friend. He's a real expert in covering tracks. This changes everything, you know.
- Max Gibson: Maybe for the better. At least now, you're not alone with your secret. You have someone to talk to. Someone who can help you out sometimes if you need it.
- Terry McGinnis: Help me out? How?
- Dana Tan: What's that?
- Max Gibson: The results of a compiler program I've written.
- Terry McGinnis: About Batman?
- Max Gibson: Yeah, I needed a hobby, and it beats macrame. I hacked my ID so that I can stay after hours to work on it. The program searches the grid for specific information about Batman.
- Dana Tan: He's between 5'6" and 6', between 16 and 36. How can he be that young if he's been around for so long?
- Max Gibson: I figure the guy that's been around lately is a brand-new Bat.
- Dana Tan: A lot of people would fit this description.
- Max Gibson: Maybe, but every day, another bit of data helps narrow it down. Eventually, I'll have the guy pegged.
- Terry McGinnis: If it is a guy.
- Max Gibson: He's a guy, and he's connected to our school. I'm sure of it.
- Dana Tan: He's, like, a teacher?
- Max Gibson: A teacher or a phys-ed coach, or even a student.
- Dana Tan: [after the Jokerz vandalize the school] I hear they jolted all the vidscreens.
- Max Gibson: Jokerz. Stupid, random destruction.
- Terry McGinnis: Not so random. Look at the damage. They were picking their targets.
- Dana Tan: You're saying they're students here?
- Terry McGinnis: At least one of them is.
- Max Gibson: Maybe I can re-write my Batman search program to look for the students most likely to be Jokerz.
- Terry McGinnis: So you'd stop looking for Batman?
- Dana Tan: Are you sure you wanna do that?
- Max Gibson: [opening her locker, she manages to avoid a pie booby-trapped inside] I am now.
- Terry McGinnis: I'm slagged. I'm going straight to sleep.
- Matt McGinnis: [coming in] You'd never catch me going to bed at 8:00 if I didn't have to.
- Terry McGinnis: You would if you worked for Mr. Wayne.
- Matt McGinnis: Twip.
- [leaving, he notices an alert on Terry's laptop]
- Matt McGinnis: [taunting sing-song] Ooh, someone's got e-mail! Probably a love note from Dana.
- [taunting air kisses]
- Terry McGinnis: [shutting the laptop] Scram, armpit!
- Max Gibson: Terry?
- [seeing the Jokerz]
- Max Gibson: I should have known.
- Terminal: Looky, looky. It's Ms. Perfect 2400. The luckiest girl on the face of the planet.
- [one of his goons hands him a gun]
- Terminal: Until now.
- Terminal: That's right, Maxine. I know who you are.
- Max Gibson: I know who you are, too. Terry.
- Terminal: McGinnis?
- [snickering]
- Terminal: She thinks I'm McGinnis.
- [the other Jokerz laugh]
- Max Gibson: I know he's one of you! He told you I'd be here!
- Terminal: No one told us anything. We've been following you, to finish off what we started.
- Max Gibson: [holding up her list of suspects] Because of this?
- Terminal: [smacking it away] Ehhh! Wrong again. I don't care about your data-crunching. I have a more personal reason for wanting you gone.
- Carter's Mom: How could you have done so poorly on the GATs?
- Carter Wilson: I got an almost perfect score.
- Carter's Mom: "Almost" doesn't get you ahead in life, dearest. "Almost" gets you almost.
- Carter Wilson: Only one student got higher.
- Carter's Mom: Well, that would make you the winning loser, wouldn't it? And if that's good enough for you, then I can see why my opinion doesn't mean much to you, either.