Dr. Venture begins a new job working for his former professor, while Brock encounters an old friend who has a deadly warning.
Pete White: It’s like wearing nothing at all. Like a second skin.
Dr. Venture: Ummm, you’ve got a little something brown on your nose.
Dean: Hey Brock, I think I figured out why the plane crashed: There were skeletons driving it! (points to the charred remains of the pilots)
Hank: Cool! I’m not going to explode anymore. And plus – free invisible mom.
Hank and Dean: Go Team Venture!
Prof. Richard Impossible: There’s a reason Ned’s boots have velcro instead of laces, honey.
Brock: (examining Race) Race Bannon… those bastards killed him!
Hank: Those kids? Damnit! We let ’em go!
(To the boys’ disgust, Race Bannon’s corpse expels a final, prolonged flatus)
Brock: Yeah… they never show that part on TV.
Dr. Venture: (stranded in the Arctic) If this is about what I saw, I won’t tell anyone!
Prof. Impossible: (stretches himself to the flying car and flies off) I know!
Dr. Venture: (after being stranded in the Arctic by Prof. Impossible) …I CHEATED ON MY DAMN MID-TERMS!
Hank: Brock, I’ve thought a lot about it and if we can’t get the antidote in time and it comes down to it, I… well, I want you to be the one to kill me.
Brock: Don’t talk like that Hank, we’re gonna find…
Hank: PROMISE ME, Brock!
Brock: Yes, I promise.
Brock: (growing annoyed) YES, Hank.
Hank: (after a brief pause) Hey, Brock?
Hank: How would you do it?
Brock: (without hesitation) You’re asleep, quick jerk of the neck, never feel a thing.
Hank: You’ve thought about this.
Brock: Yes, I have.
(his jumpsuit having fallen apart, Dr. Venture is wandering naked through the snow)
Dr. Venture: Oh, great, Venture! Thousands of square miles of empty arctic wasteland and you somehow manage to step in the one spot of yellow snow!
(Prof. Impossible has drawn a weapon to shoot Hank)
Master Billy Quizboy: Professor, no offense, but that’s just crazy! Violence isn’t the answer. This is a think tank; we’re the most powerful minds on the planet! Let’s act like it!
Pete White: Billy’s right. We can create an antidote if we work together!
Prof. Impossible: (pauses for a second to contemplate) Nah, my way’s safer.