- Prof. Amadeus Sharp: This was only a computer projection. Now, had Madame O tricked Sport-1 in a real battle, she would've destroyed him.
- Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett: [snapping his fingers in "disappointment"] Gee. I always wanted your room.
- J.D. Bennett: I dunno how you guys can be so different.
- Prof. Amadeus Sharp: Well, he wasn't always that way. But - people change. Even brothers.
- Lawyer: She lived ninety-five good years. At least she went the way she wanted to: lost in an avalanche at the South Pole.
- Dr. Scarab: Ah, greetings, dear brother. So sorry our meeting could not be under more joyous conditions. And, uh, face-to-face.
- Prof. Amadeus Sharp: Maybe one day I'll see your face where it belongs: behind bars.
- Dr. Scarab: May-Maybe sh-she's right, Maddy. We've been enemies for too long.
- Prof. Amadeus Sharp: I never wanted it that way.
- Dr. Scarab: Well, then, why don't we call a truce? To see if there's a chance.
- Prof. Amadeus Sharp: I'd like that, Wilmer.
- Jack Bennett: Don't trust him, Professor.
- Prof. Amadeus Sharp: I have to. He is my brother, after all.
- J.D. Bennett: Professor, you know Scarab can never be trusted.
- Prof. Amadeus Sharp: Of course you're right, I.Q.; Scarab can never be trusted. But maybe - Wilmer *can*.
- Dr. Scarab: [laughing] We *have* been apart too long, much too long. But I have a feeling we're going to be together for a long, long time.
- Prof. Amadeus Sharp: You could use a lesson in hospitality, Wilmer.
- Glove: Wilmer?
- [laughs]
- Dr. Scarab: Shut up, Glove. At least I'm not named after an article of clothing.
- Dr. Scarab: [some of Sharp's random displayed thoughts resemble what might be seen on TV] Blast him, he's filling his head with rubbish.
- Mechanic: I like it.
- Glove: I'm afraid the professor couldn't make it.
- Madame-O: And I, little ones, am your substitute teacher.
- Sport-1: [dodging Glove's missiles with the Karate-1 and I.Q] Jump!
- I.Q.: [laughs] Class dismissed.
- Rock-1: [shooting into the air on the dirt-bike toward them] Sorry I'm late for school. Here's my pass.
- [lands then charges]
- Dr. Scarab: Step forward, dear Klunk. Step forward, into the future.
- Klunk: [entering the booth] Future? Klunk 'fraid future.
- Slim Ronaldson: The city is in a state of panic as Scarab's... whatever-they-are, continue to ransack San Francisco.