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+ | This is a complete transcript of the episode [[Quarantined|Quarantined.]] |
+ | == Transcript[[Category:Season 2]] == |
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+ | '''Donald''': Guys, I need to prep you for a very important mission, and to demonstrate, Leo-- |
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+ | '''Leo''': Anh-Danh. Mission Specialist Dooley. Will be adding a little more audio-visual “pizzazzle” to the usual snooze-fest. Hey, you want a show? Kick in the dough. |
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+ | '''Donald''': Tonight I’m sending you to gather intelligence. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Oh, you hear that, Adam? You’d better bring a big basket. |
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+ | '''Donald''': Leo. I was satellite-scouting industrial sites when I found this warehouse that I ''think'' is a front for environmental criminals. See these barrels? They’re full of toxic chemicals. They’re expensive to dispose of properly, so they’re probably just gonna dump them into the sea. |
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+ | '''Leo''': Which could harm ocean life and obliterate the coastline. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( Bree laughing ) |
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+ | '''Bree''': Owen, you are so sweet. Yes, I will “Bree” your valentine. See, he took my name and-- |
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+ | '''Chase''': Yeah, we got it. |
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+ | '''Adam''': Even I got it. I didn’t get it. |
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+ | '''Donald''': What is going on? |
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+ | '''Adam''': She’s talking to Owen again. |
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+ | '''Chase''': He’s an artist, and he claims that Bree is his muse. |
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+ | '''Donald''': Well, I for one, am not a-mused. |
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+ | ''( plays "Wah-wah-wah" tone )'' |
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+ | '''Donald''': Gimme that! And you, off the phone! |
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+ | '''Bree''': Ugh! Fine. Just tell us what you invented, what went wrong, and how long till it blows up. |
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+ | '''Donald''': Look, the police cannot bust these guys without evidence, so I need you to sneak in there and gather samples. Show ‘em the barrel. Now, there’s only one safe way to get the samples, and Leo… |
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+ | '''Leo''': Ahem. |
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+ | '''Donald''': Sorry. 'Mission Specialist Dooley' will demonstrate. First, take the canister and attach it to the spout. Push down and turn 45 degrees… |
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+ | |||
+ | ( growling with exertion ) |
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+ | '''Donald''': ...to create an airtight seal. Then pull the handle. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( Bree laughing ) |
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+ | '''Bree''': LOL, Owen! |
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+ | '''Donald''': Bree! |
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+ | '''Bree''': Come on! Why do ''I'' have to pay attention all the time? Strong. Smart. Fast. Let’s just do this already. |
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+ | '''Donald''': Bree, how many times have I told you? No texting while super speeding! |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | '''Adam''': You know, for a shady warehouse, this place has a ''fantastic'' vending machine. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Where is Bree? If Mr. Davenport finds out she’s late for a mission, she’s gonna be in big trouble. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( text indicator beeps ) |
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+ | '''Adam''': Oh, she just texted me. She’s with Owen. I love this game! I’m… with… Chase. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Man. It’s gonna take forever to get these samples without Bree’s help. Now, put your gloves on and grab a canister. |
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+ | '''Bree''': Hey, guys. Guess what. |
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+ | '''Adam''': You had a collision with a poodle on a tricycle who works at a paint store. |
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+ | '''Bree''': No. Owen made this for me. He says the tire tracks represent how we’re all wheels in society’s machine. Okay, whatever. I don’t get it either, but the important thing is that he made it for me. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Hey, hey, this is serious. You’re late, and you’re not even in your mission suit. |
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+ | '''Adam''': Yeah! How are we supposed to know you’re even on our team? |
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+ | '''Bree''': Can we just hurry up? Give me your gloves, stand guard, and get out of my way. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Mm. Bossy. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Bree''': “Hey, Bree, what’d you do this weekend?” “Oh, nothing. Just collected smelly chemicals with my stupid brothers. It was super fun.” |
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+ | |||
+ | ( text indicator beeps ) |
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+ | '''Bree''': That’s Owen! Aww! He said hi! |
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+ | |||
+ | ( coughing ) |
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+ | '''Bree''': There. Done. All right. I’m going back to Owen. He’s gonna go paint a portrait of me. |
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+ | '''Adam''': Ooh, really? It’s gonna hurt when he rides his bike all over your face. |
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+ | '''Bree''': Later, losers. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Bree, don’t run that way or you’ll… |
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+ | |||
+ | ( Klaxon blares ) |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Chase''': ...set off the security alarm. Quick! We gotta get outta here! Forget it! Let’s go! |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': Wake up! I want a complete debriefing of what went wrong last night without any giggling when I use the word, “debriefing." |
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+ | |||
+ | ( laughing ) |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': Guys, you failed the mission. What happened? |
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+ | |||
+ | ( Klaxon blares ) |
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+ | '''Donald''': Get back in your capsule! Get back in! The system is detecting a high level of contamination in Bree’s capsule. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Bree''': What? That’s ridiculous. How could my capsule be…? Ohh. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Ohh, what? What is “Ohh”? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': Duh! “O’s” the second letter in the number 10. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( snickers ) |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': Bree, is it possible you were exposed to something toxic on the mission? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Leo''': Oh, it certainly was. According to this, Bree’s mission suit never left her capsule last night. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( synthesized voice )'' '' |
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+ | ''♪ Buh-buh-buh busted! ♪'' |
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+ | '''Donald''': Why weren’t you wearing your mission suit? |
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+ | '''Chase''': Oh, I’ll tell you why. Because she was out with Owen. She showed up late, contaminated herself, and then set off the alarm. |
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+ | '''Bree''': And you wonder why no one at school likes you. |
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+ | '''Donald''': Until I figure out exactly what you were exposed to, the capsule should counteract the effects of your contamination, but you are quarantined until further notice. |
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+ | '''Bree''': Quarantined? But Owen’s having a big art show at school tonight! |
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+ | '''Donald''': You are not leaving that capsule until Adam and Chase get back in that warehouse and figure out exactly what you were exposed to. |
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+ | '''Adam''': Besides Owen’s bad art? |
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+ | '''Chase''': Great. Now that we’ve set off the alarm, getting past security’s gonna be even harder. How are we gonna get in? |
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+ | '''Donald''': The same way I’m standing right here, and you can’t see me! |
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+ | '''Leo''': How’d you do that? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': ( gasps ) He’s a witch! |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': It’s my new spatial micro-projection technology. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': Dude, I know witchcraft, and you’re a witch. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': No, I’m not! This device scans your environment and uses a matrix of light projections to create a virtual environment you can hide behind! Tah-dah! I invented it as a 3-D modeling engine for space telescopes. |
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+ | '''Adam''': Aha! So he’s a space witch! Those are the worst kind. |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | '''Chase''': Distract the guard for a second so I can scan and project the room’s image. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': How? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Chase''': I don’t know. Throw something in the trash can to make a noise so he’ll look the other way. Adam, not a chair! Something small! Really? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': I’m just kidding. About throwing you, not about you being small. Ha! |
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+ | |||
+ | ( clatter ) |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Guard''': What’s that? Who’s there? I’ve got pepper spray! Make that breath spray! |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': This is so cool. He can’t even see us. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( gasping ) |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Guard''': It ''is'' pepper spray! Aaahhh! |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Chase''': Foxtrot alpha pickle. Are you receiving audio, Mr. Davenport? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': Copy that, Pickle. Okay, Bree said the dangerous chemical she was exposed to came from a barrel with a green label on it. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Copy that. We’re looking for a green label. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': Yeah, Bree’s not gonna make it. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Wait a second. Bree said she wasn’t wearing her gloves when she got contaminated. I’ve got her fingerprints stored in my database. I’ll use my print recognition app to get a match. Yes! I found it. It’s called neurothroxin. Is that bad? |
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+ | '''Donald''': Aaahhh! |
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+ | '''Chase''': So, bad, then? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': It’s ''terrible''! Exposure to neurothroxin interrupts the connection between the brain and the muscles. There is no telling what it’ll do to her bionics. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Chase''': So what do we do? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': Well, I can synthesize an antidote, but you have to get me a sample, and the effects become permanent after 24 hours, so hurry up! |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Chase''': Dude, I think the battery just died. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': Oh, gimme that. Ohhh! Ohhh! I’m blinded! |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Guard''': Freeze! Break-in in warehouse five! Unauthorized scuba divers! |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': Oh, boy. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Chase''': Adam, the guard’s gonna catch us! Hit him with your super strength. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': But I can’t see! |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Chase''': I’ll tell you when to swing. Now! |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': Did I get him? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Chase''': Adam, be careful, the floor is covered in ice. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Adam''': What do I do? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Chase''': Run! The other way! |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | '''Donald''': Ah, Leo, I need help. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Leo''': I know, but this is not a one-man job. I’m gonna have to bring in a life coach. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': I have to go rescue Adam and Chase. Keep Bree in her capsule. Don’t let her out, or the effects of her contamination will manifest. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Leo''': Go on your mission, Big D. I got this. |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | |||
+ | ( Klaxon blares ) |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Leo''': I ''had'' this. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( Klaxon blares ) |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | '''Bree''': Wow, Owen, so that whole mask is made out of video game controllers? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Owen''': Yep. I call it “Mask Made Of Video Game Controllers.” It’s about fate and how true control is a masquerade. It also scares the heck out of my mom. |
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+ | '''Leo''': Bree, we’ve gotta--aaahhh! Hey, I need to talk to Bree. Can you go put your face on pause somewhere? |
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+ | '''Owen''': In life, as in art, there is no pause, only moving forward. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Leo''': Can you move forward down the stairs? That’s the guy you snuck out for? Really? You’ve had your fun. Big D needs you to stay in your capsule. Let’s go. |
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+ | '''Bree''': Leo, he is overreacting. I am perfectly fine. See? Haven’t had one single side effect. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( chuckles ) |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Bree''': That’s-- that’s nothing. See? I am ''trying'' to come off casual so Owen but doesn’t sense how desperate I am. |
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+ | '''Leo''': It’s not working. |
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+ | '''Bree''': Uh. I’m good. ( chuckles ) |
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+ | |||
+ | '''All''': Ohh! |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Bree''': See? That is performance art. I call it “Falling Uncontrollably Down The Stairs.” |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | '''Chase''': Can you see anything yet? |
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+ | '''Adam''': Nope, but you still sound short. |
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+ | '''Guard''': So, who told you that we were dumping chemicals into the ocean tonight? |
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+ | '''Chase''': It was only a hunch until you just confirmed it. |
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+ | '''Guard''': Oh, did I? |
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+ | '''Chase''': Yeah, you did. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Guard''': Oh, did I? |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Chase''': Yes, you did. |
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+ | '''Guard''': Okay, I guess I did. |
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+ | '''Adam''': Ha! That guard’s an idiot. |
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+ | '''Chase''': I’m over here. |
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+ | '''Adam''': Ohh. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( device whirring ) |
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+ | '''Donald''': You there! Release them! They’re coming with me! |
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+ | '''Guard''': Who are you? |
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+ | '''Donald''': The boss sent me in. They call me… the in-terror-gator! |
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+ | |||
+ | ( sinister laughter ) |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': When I ask questions, I. Get. Answers! All right, you two, you’re coming with me. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Not without a fight. |
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+ | '''Donald''': Settle down, punk! It’s me, Davenport! Just follow my lead! |
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+ | '''Adam''': Oh, that hurts! Hey, I can see! You liar! You’re not Davenport! |
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+ | '''Donald''': Hello. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( gasps ) |
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+ | '''Adam''': I told you he’s a witch! |
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+ | '''Donald''': I’m not a witch! I was wearing a cyber mask! |
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+ | '''Guard''': Stop them! |
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+ | ( gas hissing ) |
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+ | |||
+ | ( all coughing ) |
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+ | '''Donald''': Why do I even bother with safety briefs? |
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+ | '''Adam''': ( laughing ) Underwear! |
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+ | '''Chase''': Run! |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | '''Leo''': Bree, Davenport’s gonna freak out. We have to go. |
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+ | '''Bree''': Leo, I can’t even stand up. Everything is numb. Look! Just help me get out of here before it gets "worth." It’s "worth!" |
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+ | '''Leo''': What’s happening? |
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+ | '''Bree''': ( lisping ) The numbness spread to my tongue! I can’t talk! |
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+ | '''Leo''': Finally, a positive side effect. |
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+ | '''Bree''': Leo! |
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+ | '''Leo''': Let’s get you up. Here we go. Here we go. |
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+ | ( coughing ) |
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+ | '''Leo''': Okay. Once we get outside, I’ll upgrade you to a nice shopping cart. How’s that? |
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+ | '''Owen''': Bree! There you are. I’m about to unveil the centerpiece of my exhibit. Are you okay? |
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+ | '''Leo''': Oh, yeah, yeah. She’s fine. Your art is just so good, she’s getting… emotional. |
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+ | '''Bree''': ( lisping ) That’s good, Leo, that’s good. |
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+ | '''Owen''': Come on. I’ve been waiting all night to show you this. I wasn’t kidding when I said that you were my muse. You’ve inspired me to create my most deeply meaningful piece yet. I call it “My Most Deeply Meaningful Piece Yet.” |
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+ | '''Leo''': Whoa. That’s not totally horrible. What is it? |
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+ | '''Owen''': It’s paintball art: two thousand paintballs fired at precise accuracy to create a portrait of your sister. It’s about beauty, inspiring mankind to repurpose the tools of pseudo-violence as art. So, what do you think, Bree? Bree? |
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+ | ( indistinct, thick-tongued response ) |
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+ | '''Leo''': She had the same reaction to the Mona Lisa. Well, we have to go. |
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+ | '''Bree''': Unh-unh. |
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+ | '''Leo''': Uh-huh. |
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+ | '''Bree''': ''Unh-unh.'' |
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+ | '''Leo''': ''Uh-huh!'' |
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+ | '''Bree''': Mnh-mnh! |
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+ | '''Leo''': Uh-huh! |
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+ | '''Bree''': Aah! |
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+ | |||
+ | ( Bree gasping ) |
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+ | '''Leo''': Yeah, that’s enough, that’s enough. Come on. |
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+ | '''Leo''': We’ll take it! |
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+ | '''Bree''': Bye, Owen! |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | '''Leo''': Okay, let’s just get you back in your capsule before we both get in a lot of trouble. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( comical shriek ) |
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+ | '''Leo''': Cleanup, aisle Bree. |
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+ | '''Donald''': Leo, you were supposed to watch her! |
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+ | '''Leo''': Oh, I’m sorry. Somehow the fastest person in the world managed to sneak past me. |
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+ | '''Donald''': Let’s hope there’s enough time left for the antidote to work. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Bree, are you okay? |
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+ | |||
+ | ( groans ) |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Bree''': I feel funny. Funny. Fun-nay. Funny… funny… |
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+ | '''Adam''': Oh, just spit it out already! |
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+ | '''Bree''': I’m cured! |
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+ | '''Donald''': Oh! This is such a relief! It’ll be so much more enjoyable to punish you now that you’re ''healthy''! What were you thinking? You could have put us all in danger! |
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+ | '''Bree''': Sorry. I just wanted to be like every other girl and hang out with the boy that I like. What’s the big deal? |
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+ | '''Donald''': The big deal is you’re not like every other girl. You’re part of a team, and your decisions affect us all. |
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+ | '''Leo''': Yeah. Because of you, I had to go to an art show. |
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+ | '''Adam''': Yeah! And I haven’t eaten since 2:30! |
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+ | '''Chase''': Also, on a lesser note, we all could have been killed! |
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+ | '''Donald''': Look, you can have a social life. Just don’t let it interfere with your bionic life. |
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+ | '''Bree''': I get it. From now on when a mission comes up, it gets my full attention. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': Okay, well, I think we’ve all learned a valuable lesson, so let’s just go get something to eat. Waddya say? All right? |
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+ | |||
+ | ( groans ) |
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+ | '''Donald''': Oh. Forgot to mention, might take a little while for the antidote to get to the rest of her body, so everybody grab a limb. One of her limbs, Adam. Thank you. |
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+ | |||
+ | . . . |
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+ | '''Bree''': And even after all of that, he ''still'' wants to hang out with me! |
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+ | '''Chase''': I don’t care! |
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+ | '''Donald''': Well, even though you failed your mission, the cops heard the alarms and picked up those eco villains, so the ocean is safe thanks to all of… me, actually. |
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+ | '''Chase''': Well, I guess we got lucky. |
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+ | '''Bree''': Luck. Skill. I say we just put this whole thing behind us. |
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+ | |||
+ | '''Donald''': ( chuckling ) Or-- I could punish you for all the stupid things you did by making you sweep the lab. |
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+ | |||
+ | ( sinister laugh ) |
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+ | '''Adam''': Guys, come on! How can you not see he’s a witch![[Category:Season 2 Transcripts]] |
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Revision as of 03:34, 21 January 2018
This is a complete transcript of the episode Quarantined.
Transcript
Donald: Guys, I need to prep you for a very important mission, and to demonstrate, Leo--
Leo: Anh-Danh. Mission Specialist Dooley. Will be adding a little more audio-visual “pizzazzle” to the usual snooze-fest. Hey, you want a show? Kick in the dough.
Donald: Tonight I’m sending you to gather intelligence.
Chase: Oh, you hear that, Adam? You’d better bring a big basket.
Donald: Leo. I was satellite-scouting industrial sites when I found this warehouse that I think is a front for environmental criminals. See these barrels? They’re full of toxic chemicals. They’re expensive to dispose of properly, so they’re probably just gonna dump them into the sea.
Leo: Which could harm ocean life and obliterate the coastline.
( Bree laughing )
Bree: Owen, you are so sweet. Yes, I will “Bree” your valentine. See, he took my name and--
Chase: Yeah, we got it.
Adam: Even I got it. I didn’t get it.
Donald: What is going on?
Adam: She’s talking to Owen again.
Chase: He’s an artist, and he claims that Bree is his muse.
Donald: Well, I for one, am not a-mused.
( plays "Wah-wah-wah" tone )
Donald: Gimme that! And you, off the phone!
Bree: Ugh! Fine. Just tell us what you invented, what went wrong, and how long till it blows up.
Donald: Look, the police cannot bust these guys without evidence, so I need you to sneak in there and gather samples. Show ‘em the barrel. Now, there’s only one safe way to get the samples, and Leo…
Leo: Ahem.
Donald: Sorry. 'Mission Specialist Dooley' will demonstrate. First, take the canister and attach it to the spout. Push down and turn 45 degrees…
( growling with exertion )
Donald: ...to create an airtight seal. Then pull the handle.
( Bree laughing )
Bree: LOL, Owen!
Donald: Bree!
Bree: Come on! Why do I have to pay attention all the time? Strong. Smart. Fast. Let’s just do this already.
Donald: Bree, how many times have I told you? No texting while super speeding!
. . .
Adam: You know, for a shady warehouse, this place has a fantastic vending machine.
Chase: Where is Bree? If Mr. Davenport finds out she’s late for a mission, she’s gonna be in big trouble.
( text indicator beeps )
Adam: Oh, she just texted me. She’s with Owen. I love this game! I’m… with… Chase.
Chase: Man. It’s gonna take forever to get these samples without Bree’s help. Now, put your gloves on and grab a canister.
Bree: Hey, guys. Guess what.
Adam: You had a collision with a poodle on a tricycle who works at a paint store.
Bree: No. Owen made this for me. He says the tire tracks represent how we’re all wheels in society’s machine. Okay, whatever. I don’t get it either, but the important thing is that he made it for me.
Chase: Hey, hey, this is serious. You’re late, and you’re not even in your mission suit.
Adam: Yeah! How are we supposed to know you’re even on our team?
Bree: Can we just hurry up? Give me your gloves, stand guard, and get out of my way.
Chase: Mm. Bossy.
Bree: “Hey, Bree, what’d you do this weekend?” “Oh, nothing. Just collected smelly chemicals with my stupid brothers. It was super fun.”
( text indicator beeps )
Bree: That’s Owen! Aww! He said hi!
( coughing )
Bree: There. Done. All right. I’m going back to Owen. He’s gonna go paint a portrait of me.
Adam: Ooh, really? It’s gonna hurt when he rides his bike all over your face.
Bree: Later, losers.
Chase: Bree, don’t run that way or you’ll…
( Klaxon blares )
Chase: ...set off the security alarm. Quick! We gotta get outta here! Forget it! Let’s go!
. . .
Donald: Wake up! I want a complete debriefing of what went wrong last night without any giggling when I use the word, “debriefing."
( laughing )
Donald: Guys, you failed the mission. What happened?
( Klaxon blares )
Donald: Get back in your capsule! Get back in! The system is detecting a high level of contamination in Bree’s capsule.
Bree: What? That’s ridiculous. How could my capsule be…? Ohh.
Chase: Ohh, what? What is “Ohh”?
Adam: Duh! “O’s” the second letter in the number 10.
( snickers )
Donald: Bree, is it possible you were exposed to something toxic on the mission?
Leo: Oh, it certainly was. According to this, Bree’s mission suit never left her capsule last night.
( synthesized voice )
♪ Buh-buh-buh busted! ♪
Donald: Why weren’t you wearing your mission suit?
Chase: Oh, I’ll tell you why. Because she was out with Owen. She showed up late, contaminated herself, and then set off the alarm.
Bree: And you wonder why no one at school likes you.
Donald: Until I figure out exactly what you were exposed to, the capsule should counteract the effects of your contamination, but you are quarantined until further notice.
Bree: Quarantined? But Owen’s having a big art show at school tonight!
Donald: You are not leaving that capsule until Adam and Chase get back in that warehouse and figure out exactly what you were exposed to.
Adam: Besides Owen’s bad art?
Chase: Great. Now that we’ve set off the alarm, getting past security’s gonna be even harder. How are we gonna get in?
Donald: The same way I’m standing right here, and you can’t see me!
Leo: How’d you do that?
Adam: ( gasps ) He’s a witch!
Donald: It’s my new spatial micro-projection technology.
Adam: Dude, I know witchcraft, and you’re a witch.
Donald: No, I’m not! This device scans your environment and uses a matrix of light projections to create a virtual environment you can hide behind! Tah-dah! I invented it as a 3-D modeling engine for space telescopes.
Adam: Aha! So he’s a space witch! Those are the worst kind.
. . .
Chase: Distract the guard for a second so I can scan and project the room’s image.
Adam: How?
Chase: I don’t know. Throw something in the trash can to make a noise so he’ll look the other way. Adam, not a chair! Something small! Really?
Adam: I’m just kidding. About throwing you, not about you being small. Ha!
( clatter )
Guard: What’s that? Who’s there? I’ve got pepper spray! Make that breath spray!
Adam: This is so cool. He can’t even see us.
( gasping )
Guard: It is pepper spray! Aaahhh!
. . .
Chase: Foxtrot alpha pickle. Are you receiving audio, Mr. Davenport?
Donald: Copy that, Pickle. Okay, Bree said the dangerous chemical she was exposed to came from a barrel with a green label on it.
Chase: Copy that. We’re looking for a green label.
Adam: Yeah, Bree’s not gonna make it.
Chase: Wait a second. Bree said she wasn’t wearing her gloves when she got contaminated. I’ve got her fingerprints stored in my database. I’ll use my print recognition app to get a match. Yes! I found it. It’s called neurothroxin. Is that bad?
Donald: Aaahhh!
Chase: So, bad, then?
Donald: It’s terrible! Exposure to neurothroxin interrupts the connection between the brain and the muscles. There is no telling what it’ll do to her bionics.
Chase: So what do we do?
Donald: Well, I can synthesize an antidote, but you have to get me a sample, and the effects become permanent after 24 hours, so hurry up!
Chase: Dude, I think the battery just died.
Adam: Oh, gimme that. Ohhh! Ohhh! I’m blinded!
Guard: Freeze! Break-in in warehouse five! Unauthorized scuba divers!
Donald: Oh, boy.
Chase: Adam, the guard’s gonna catch us! Hit him with your super strength.
Adam: But I can’t see!
Chase: I’ll tell you when to swing. Now!
Adam: Did I get him?
Chase: Adam, be careful, the floor is covered in ice.
Adam: What do I do?
Chase: Run! The other way!
. . .
Donald: Ah, Leo, I need help.
Leo: I know, but this is not a one-man job. I’m gonna have to bring in a life coach.
Donald: I have to go rescue Adam and Chase. Keep Bree in her capsule. Don’t let her out, or the effects of her contamination will manifest.
Leo: Go on your mission, Big D. I got this.
. . .
( Klaxon blares )
Leo: I had this.
( Klaxon blares )
. . .
Bree: Wow, Owen, so that whole mask is made out of video game controllers?
Owen: Yep. I call it “Mask Made Of Video Game Controllers.” It’s about fate and how true control is a masquerade. It also scares the heck out of my mom.
Leo: Bree, we’ve gotta--aaahhh! Hey, I need to talk to Bree. Can you go put your face on pause somewhere?
Owen: In life, as in art, there is no pause, only moving forward.
Leo: Can you move forward down the stairs? That’s the guy you snuck out for? Really? You’ve had your fun. Big D needs you to stay in your capsule. Let’s go.
Bree: Leo, he is overreacting. I am perfectly fine. See? Haven’t had one single side effect.
( chuckles )
Bree: That’s-- that’s nothing. See? I am trying to come off casual so Owen but doesn’t sense how desperate I am.
Leo: It’s not working.
Bree: Uh. I’m good. ( chuckles )
All: Ohh!
Bree: See? That is performance art. I call it “Falling Uncontrollably Down The Stairs.”
. . .
Chase: Can you see anything yet?
Adam: Nope, but you still sound short.
Guard: So, who told you that we were dumping chemicals into the ocean tonight?
Chase: It was only a hunch until you just confirmed it.
Guard: Oh, did I?
Chase: Yeah, you did.
Guard: Oh, did I?
Chase: Yes, you did.
Guard: Okay, I guess I did.
Adam: Ha! That guard’s an idiot.
Chase: I’m over here.
Adam: Ohh.
( device whirring )
Donald: You there! Release them! They’re coming with me!
Guard: Who are you?
Donald: The boss sent me in. They call me… the in-terror-gator!
( sinister laughter )
Donald: When I ask questions, I. Get. Answers! All right, you two, you’re coming with me.
Chase: Not without a fight.
Donald: Settle down, punk! It’s me, Davenport! Just follow my lead!
Adam: Oh, that hurts! Hey, I can see! You liar! You’re not Davenport!
Donald: Hello.
( gasps )
Adam: I told you he’s a witch!
Donald: I’m not a witch! I was wearing a cyber mask!
Guard: Stop them!
( gas hissing )
( all coughing )
Donald: Why do I even bother with safety briefs?
Adam: ( laughing ) Underwear!
Chase: Run!
. . .
Leo: Bree, Davenport’s gonna freak out. We have to go.
Bree: Leo, I can’t even stand up. Everything is numb. Look! Just help me get out of here before it gets "worth." It’s "worth!"
Leo: What’s happening?
Bree: ( lisping ) The numbness spread to my tongue! I can’t talk!
Leo: Finally, a positive side effect.
Bree: Leo!
Leo: Let’s get you up. Here we go. Here we go.
( coughing )
Leo: Okay. Once we get outside, I’ll upgrade you to a nice shopping cart. How’s that?
Owen: Bree! There you are. I’m about to unveil the centerpiece of my exhibit. Are you okay?
Leo: Oh, yeah, yeah. She’s fine. Your art is just so good, she’s getting… emotional.
Bree: ( lisping ) That’s good, Leo, that’s good.
Owen: Come on. I’ve been waiting all night to show you this. I wasn’t kidding when I said that you were my muse. You’ve inspired me to create my most deeply meaningful piece yet. I call it “My Most Deeply Meaningful Piece Yet.”
Leo: Whoa. That’s not totally horrible. What is it?
Owen: It’s paintball art: two thousand paintballs fired at precise accuracy to create a portrait of your sister. It’s about beauty, inspiring mankind to repurpose the tools of pseudo-violence as art. So, what do you think, Bree? Bree?
( indistinct, thick-tongued response )
Leo: She had the same reaction to the Mona Lisa. Well, we have to go.
Bree: Unh-unh.
Leo: Uh-huh.
Bree: Unh-unh.
Leo: Uh-huh!
Bree: Mnh-mnh!
Leo: Uh-huh!
Bree: Aah!
( Bree gasping )
Leo: Yeah, that’s enough, that’s enough. Come on.
Leo: We’ll take it!
Bree: Bye, Owen!
. . .
Leo: Okay, let’s just get you back in your capsule before we both get in a lot of trouble.
( comical shriek )
Leo: Cleanup, aisle Bree.
Donald: Leo, you were supposed to watch her!
Leo: Oh, I’m sorry. Somehow the fastest person in the world managed to sneak past me.
Donald: Let’s hope there’s enough time left for the antidote to work.
Chase: Bree, are you okay?
( groans )
Bree: I feel funny. Funny. Fun-nay. Funny… funny…
Adam: Oh, just spit it out already!
Bree: I’m cured!
Donald: Oh! This is such a relief! It’ll be so much more enjoyable to punish you now that you’re healthy! What were you thinking? You could have put us all in danger!
Bree: Sorry. I just wanted to be like every other girl and hang out with the boy that I like. What’s the big deal?
Donald: The big deal is you’re not like every other girl. You’re part of a team, and your decisions affect us all.
Leo: Yeah. Because of you, I had to go to an art show.
Adam: Yeah! And I haven’t eaten since 2:30!
Chase: Also, on a lesser note, we all could have been killed!
Donald: Look, you can have a social life. Just don’t let it interfere with your bionic life.
Bree: I get it. From now on when a mission comes up, it gets my full attention.
Donald: Okay, well, I think we’ve all learned a valuable lesson, so let’s just go get something to eat. Waddya say? All right?
( groans )
Donald: Oh. Forgot to mention, might take a little while for the antidote to get to the rest of her body, so everybody grab a limb. One of her limbs, Adam. Thank you.
. . .
Bree: And even after all of that, he still wants to hang out with me!
Chase: I don’t care!
Donald: Well, even though you failed your mission, the cops heard the alarms and picked up those eco villains, so the ocean is safe thanks to all of… me, actually.
Chase: Well, I guess we got lucky.
Bree: Luck. Skill. I say we just put this whole thing behind us.
Donald: ( chuckling ) Or-- I could punish you for all the stupid things you did by making you sweep the lab.
( sinister laugh )
Adam: Guys, come on! How can you not see he’s a witch!