Lisker: Striker! You idiot!
Striker: Yo man, I'm just doin' my job!
Max Reed: Just one thing. I mean, what the hell's a scientist doing in the middle of the night walking down a concrete riverbed in his lab coat? Fishing?
Col. Castle: Who knows? Some people will do anything to land a fish. Even tell a fish story.
Max Reed: Yeah, well it ain't fish I smell, it's a rat!
[Striker, in Zoanoid form, is smoking behind Col. Castle, both watching Sean and Mizky leaving together]
Striker: Mm, mm, mm.
[Col. Castle plucks the cigarette from Striker's jaws]
Col. Castle: [indicating sign] No smoking!
[Castle takes a dramatic step forward; Striker follows, looking at him over Castle's shoulder]
Col. Castle: I've got a job for you.
Striker: [softly] Ahh. Dyn-o-miiiiiite!
[Sean goes into a fighting stance against a gang member]
Ronnie: Ooh... it's Kung Fu Man. Hey! Hey, guys, look, it's Kung Fu Man.
[Four other gang members join him and surround Sean]
Ronnie: I'm just playing you man. Yeah, that's it, I'm just playing.
The Guyver: Then let's play.
[the Guyver throws him into a canister]
Striker: [leaping over a wall] Geronimo!
[... onto a movie set]
Scream Queen: [starts continuous scream]
Striker: [softly] Oh, chill, mama, shh! Cut it out! Take it easy! You gotta be quiet! My bo...
Scream Queen: [scream continues]
Striker: My boss is right there. Shh! Shh! Hey, chill, cool! Bruisin', killin', crusin'! Shh!
Scream Queen: [stops screaming, now angry]
Striker: Hey, yo...
Striker: Yo! Where the *hell* am I?
Scream Queen: Hey, that is *not* *your* *cue*! *You* stepped on *my* scream!
Striker: [cowering] Huh?
Director: No. No, no, no, no, no. *You're* not afraid of her *her*; *she* is afraid of *you*.
[after killing The Guyver by pulling out his control metal]
Lisker: That's the Guyver? Ha! Nothing to it.
Lisker: I killed you once, and I'll kill you again.
The Guyver: You can't kill me. I've been rejected by death.
Fulton Balcus: Do not rejoice prematurely, my friends.You have yet to see the true form of the Zoalord. And as the Guyver Zoalord, my powers will be magnified beyond belief.
[walks out in his Zoalord monster form]
The Guyver: Holy shit.
[Striker raps as the gets ready to fight The Guyver]
Striker: I've been lookin' high, I've been lookin' low / For the Guyvin' jivin' thing to show / And now this punk's become a hunk / When all along he's had the soul / Well, let me just tell you one thang / I'm gonna boot that thing with the Guyver name / I'm gonna make you crawl and gonna make you sing / 'Cause I want that Guyvin' jivin' thing / Boyee.
The Guyver: Then come and get me.
Lisker: Where is the Guyver?
[Sean strikes his kung-fu pose, eyes closed]
Striker: What the hell's he doin'?
[Sean breathes heavily]
Striker: Watch out, I'll take care of this thing.
Sean Barker: [to himself] Come on.
Mizky Segawa: Look out! Sean! Oh!
[Striker knocks Sean down]
Striker: Dissed you, homie!
Mizky Segawa: Don't hurt him! He doesn't know a thing!
Lisker: [hits Mizky] Shut up!
Sean Barker: [yelling] Leave her alone! I *do* know!
Sean Barker: [gets up, feels a pulsing at the back of his neck, and snaps to focus] I am the Guyver!
Director: Look. Look, look, look, look, look. You're the big boogedy monster.
Striker: Boogedy monster.
Director: All we want you to do is jump over the wall...
Director: ...land down here, go, "I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you," she can scream, she gets scared a lot, and that's it. It's that simple.
Striker: [to makeup woman touching up his shoulder] Hey, what's you - hey, what's you doin' man?
Director: [to makeup woman] You missed a spot right there.
Striker: And get off me!
Director: Now look, come on, the suit looks great. You look terrific, but I need you to be more... more *terrifying*! You're a monster.
Director: I need you to play this with- with...
Striker: What? What?
Director: With truth. Can you do that?
Striker: Oh, right on.
Director: [check's shooting scehdule] Yeah, yeah, yeah, we've got to go. All right, back to one. We gotta get to the car chase before lunch. Come on, you can do it. All right, everybody, we're sitting on a powder keg. We have *got* to move! We have *got* to go, right now.
[Director bumps into guy in a fish-monster suit, does a double-take to where he last saw Striker]
[the Guyver turns his head with a whoosh to face the Zoanoids, and with a second whoosh points at Lisker with his right hand and arm]
The Guyver: I said, "Let her go!"
[the Guyver points at Fulton Balcus with his left arm and hand]
The Guyver: [whoosh] Let her go!
[the Guyver drops his left arm to his side with another whoosh]
Narrator: At the beginning of time, aliens came to the Earth to create the ultimate organic weapon. They created Mankind. By planting a special gene into man they created the ZOANOIDS - Humans who can change at will into super monster soldiers. Eons later, the Zoanoid leader, called the ZOALORD, has awakened formed the Chronos Corporation to further develop the Zoanoid technology for world domination. Among the alien remains, was found the "Unit" - a bio boosted alien armor. Worn by the aliens it serves as an ordinary shield. If the wearer is human it increases his natural powers a hundred fold - he becomes the "GUYVER." But how to activate it remains a mystery. Dr. Tetsu Segawa, a research scientist at Chronos, senses danger if this "unit" is activated by the Zoalord. Now the doctor has stolen it and is on the run.
Lisker: [after unable to find the Guyver unit] He must have... pulled a switch
Fulton Balcus: Brilliant. Do you realize what's at stake? The most powerful weapon ever conceived. A one-of-a-kind prototype, lost for centuries. And all you have for me is "he pulled a switch"?
Striker: Yo girl, you've got to lern how to recycle.
Weber: Yeah? Recycle this
[swears at Striker]
Striker: [Rapping] Yo mama, why you wanna be so crude? You must think of me as one rude dude. But you're the one with the sugar and spice, so why don't you just act real nice?