- Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett: [profiling his family for the fateful home movie] ..."Life at Bennett Manor", Scene 1. Here we see Mr. James Dwight Corey, ever the intellectual, improving his brilliant mind by absorbing great literature: a comic book.
- J.D. Bennett: Bunji, get outta here.
- [He throws the comic, hitting the camera]
- Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett: Nice shot, Tex; great 3-D effect, too. Moving on... Here's the devastatingly beautiful Megan Haley Bennett, ready to share her secrets of eternal youth and spectacular fitness.
- [Actually, Meg's hair is in curlers and she's applying a mudpack. Seeing her adopted brother and Bionic teammate, she lets out a bloodcurdling scream]
- Meg Bennett: BUNJI! *Get that camera out of my bedroom!* NOW!
- Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett: ...Maybe some other time.
- [He departs; close-up on what looks like molten lava]
- Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett: ... What you are witnessing could pass for the latest eruption of Krakatoa; actually, it's yet another concoction from test pilot-slash-master chef John Eric Bennett.
- Jack Bennett: Bunji, you're in the way; I'm trying to get dinner ready.
- [He trips, sending his "concoction" flying everywhere]
- Jack Bennett: Son, we need to have a chat about this new hobby of yours... I don't think the filmgoing public is lining up to see what we're having for supper, much less to see us *having it*.
- Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett: 3-D video-laser photography. Auto-focus, mini-zoom, stereo capability, automatic recording... Too much, isn't it?
- Jack Bennett: So's your enthusiasm.
- Sport-1: [Both Bionic siblings are straining to prevent the toppling of a skyscraper... while standing directly in its path!] ... Boy, I really hope the others think of something fast, because this is seriously draining my Bionic Power!
- Rock-1: Mine too, bro, but we gotta keep this up. Otherwise, *that* thing will leave us flatter than one of Dad's soufflés!
- Karate-1: [of the recorded transformation] Wow, I gotta show the gang this. It'll knock their bionic socks off.
- Dr. Scarab: Now, you boob. This is important. Do you understand your mission?
- Mechanic: Uhhhh, sure, boss.
- Dr. Scarab: Then repeat your instructions.
- Mechanic: Uhhhhh, one large pizzz with extra cheese, onions, and double anchovies.
- Editing house owner: Uh, we don't rent discs here, pal.
- Mechanic: [Grabs his collar] I said I wanna rent a Fuzzhuggies disc.
- Editing house owner: I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm really sorry. Uh, w-w-we just e-edit discs here. We don't have any, uh, discs to-t-t-to rent. Uh-uh-uh-uh, try around the corner.
- Mechanic: [Releases him abruptly so he falls back] Ya see? It don't hurt to be polite.
- Editing house owner: Yeah, I-I-I see what you mean.
- Mechanic: [leaving] Have a nice day.
- Jack Bennett: What is that?
- Prof. Amadeus Sharp: That, Jack my lad, is the dreaded Macguffin Ray.
- Helen Bennett: What does it do?
- Prof. Amadeus Sharp: Absolutely nothing, my dear. Except that it will serve to bring Scarab out of hiding.
- Mechanic: [seeing him rummaging] House-cleaning, boss?
- Dr. Scarab: No, I'm not house-cleaning, you squeegee.
- Dr. Scarab: Mechanic, my dear boy, thanks to your asthetic perspicacity, I shall soon control the world.
- Meg Bennett: Gee, thanks, boss. Uhhh, what's perspic... perspica - that word?
- Dr. Scarab: Uh, it means, uh..."It sure is a pretty ting, ain't it?"
- Dr. Scarab: [a flag with a word pops out of the canon of the machine he stole] What's the meaning of that?
- Mechanic: "Zap", boss. Z-A-P. Zap.
- Dr. Scarab: Shut up or I'll give *you* a zap.
- Mechanic: You usually trick people when you want somethin'.
- Dr. Scarab: My dear boy. I take back every name I ever called you.
- Dr. Scarab: Now I shall see what secrets his video-disc contains.
- Mechanic: But I ain't got my popcorn.
- Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett: So what's for dinner, Mom?
- Helen Bennett: You'll have to ask your father. The kitchen's his domain.
- Dr. Scarab: [turning on the light] I beg to differ, Mrs. Bennett. You are now in my domain.
- Dr. Scarab: Perhaps a last request.
- Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett: Yeah, I'd like...
- Dr. Scarab: Tut, tut, tut. I'm terribly sorry, my boy. We don't have the time.