- Terry McGinnis: After you.
- Stalker: You don't trust me?
- Terry McGinnis: You were out to kill me, remember?
- Stalker: There are worse things than an honorable death.
- Terry McGinnis: Betcha it's a short list.
- Dana Tan: I can't believe spring break's over already.
- Terry McGinnis: Or that Nelson's back.
- Chelsea: Come on, he's not that bad. Anyway, I promised we'd pick him up. I wonder what he brought me.
- Stalker: The virus. Did you...
- Batman: Yeah, I saved it. And thanks for your concern.
- [grabbing Kobra One]
- Batman: Call your pal Bennet. Tell him the worst is over.
- Kobra One: Is it?
- Batman: Hello? We just kicked your scaly butts.
- Stalker: He knows something.
- Batman: What?
- Stalker: [grabbing Kobra One] It's not over, is it? What have you done?
- [taking and putting him under a mechanical press]
- Stalker: Tell me!
- Kobra One: It's Falseface. He's been infected. He's a carrier, but he doesn't know it. It was our backup plan in case your government resisted. Soon, he'll become virulently contagious.
- [Batman hurries away]
- Kobra One: He'll never find him. Kobra has won.
- Falseface: [posing as a Customs agent] Anything to declare?
- Nelson Nash: Yeah. Saint Denis parties hardy.
- Falseface: I meant do you have any restricted items in your possession?
- Nelson Nash: [placing his bag on the table] Peg it. I got nothing to hide.
- Falseface: [finding a vial of green liquid] What's this?
- Nelson Nash: Jeez, how'd that get in there?
- Falseface: You tell me.
- Nelson Nash: Well, I don't know. Someone must have stuck it in at the airport. You know, like when I went to the bathroom.
- Falseface: You let this bag out of your sight?
- Nelson Nash: I had to. The stall was too small. I was desperate. You gotta believe me. I've never seen it before in my life. Honest.
- Falseface: [after a moment of consideration] Go on. Next time, Mr. Nash, keep a closer eye on your bags.
- Chelsea: Nelson! What took so long?
- Nelson Nash: Some jerk in Customs gave me the third degree.
- Terry McGinnis: Looks like he was thorough.
- [Chelsea and Dana giggle at seeing Nelson's polka-dotted boxers sticking out of his bag]
- Nelson Nash: McGinnis. What are you doing here?
- Terry McGinnis: Just along for the ride.
- Nelson Nash: [thrusting his bag into Terry's chest] Here. Make yourself useful.
- Falseface: Check these unmarked creds. They must be worth millions.
- Kobra One: And to us, they'll soon be worth much, much more.
- Falseface: How's that?
- Kobra One: We're going to coat them with the virus. It's really quite simple. These creds are used for every kind of purchase. They are passed from hand to hand. And with every transaction, the virus will be transmitted on contact. If the government is foolish enough to refuse our demands, there will be no way to stop the disease.
- Batman: Wanna bet?
- Batman: No sign of him.
- Bruce Wayne: Keep looking. He's there somewhere.
- Batman: Yeah, but where?
- [noticing something]
- Batman: Wait a minute. Nelson?
- Batman: I don't like it. This freak tried to hunt me down like a wild animal. What if he goes psycho again?
- Bruce Wayne: Right now, you've got bigger problems. If you don't find Falseface in the next hour, we'll all be dead.
- Batman: Any suggestions?
- Bruce Wayne: Try the Muscle City Sweat Shop.
- Stalker: Much as I would relish hunting you, this time I seek a different prey.
- Batman: Yeah, right.
- Bennet: He's telling the truth.
- Batman: Bennet.
- Bennet: He's working for us now, Batman. Tracking a man named Falseface.
- Batman: Falseface?
- Bennet: An agent-for-hire who can change identities the way most people change clothes. He's working for Kobra. It's a powerful, ultra-secret organization that uses cutting-edge technology for extortion and terrorism. If we don't pay a ransom of 10 billion credits, they've threatened to release a deadly super-virus.
- Batman: You're kidding, right?
- Bennet: I wish. Last week, Kobra tested the virus on an island off the coast of Saint Denis. The result: total biological devastation. Crops, livestock, everything. It wasn't pretty. Falseface's job was to smuggle the virus into Gotham, so we turned to the only man who could track him down. The Stalker agreed to help us. Unfortunately, we were too late.
- Stalker: By the time I picked up his trail, Falseface had passed the virus container off to a high school student.
- Bennet: Time is running out. If we can't find Falseface in the next hour, we're going to have 12 million people in a hot zone.