- Gwen Tennyson: [looking at a cellphone picture of Grey Matter] He looks so sad. They can't torment Ben like that! Only *I* can torment Ben like that!
- Grandpa Max: [looking at a cellphone's call history] If we can get a reverse trace on that number, we should be able to get an address.
- Gwen Tennyson: Grandpa, there's a sneaky side to you I'm *totally* starting to appreciate.
- Howell: What? What? Where are you taking him?
- Enoch: Our scientists have a few tests to run.
- Grey Matter: Yeah, but honestly, I've never been very good at tests! Nor quizzes for that matter.
- Howell: I found him. He belongs to *me*!
- Enoch: He's OURS now. And you just became disposable.
- Grandpa Max: They call themselves The Organization, a well financed secret society dedicated to collecting alien technology.
- [Gwen looks at him strangely]
- Grandpa Max: Uh, hey, when you've been around as long as I have, you pick up a few things.
- Grey Matter: [strapped in for an autopsy] Uh, don't bother with the slice and dice. Trust me, I'm just as grey on the inside as I am on the out.
- Ben Tennyson: Feels good to be big again!
- Gwen Tennyson: Heh! Big? Get real, shorty!
- Ben Tennyson: Don't make me go Four Arms on you!
- [the Omnitrix sparks]
- Ben Tennyson: I didn't do anything!
- Gwen Tennyson: We SO have to get that fixed!
- Grey Matter: [surfacing after going down a drain] Ah, fresh air!
- [realizes he's in a toilet]
- Grey Matter: This is so gross.
- Grey Matter: What's your malfunction? Probably something stupid like the DNA splicing replicator copying a fragment of amino acid sequence.
- Grey Matter: [gasps] So THIS is what it feels like to be smart.