Lara-El: Did everything go all right out there?
Jor-El: Oh yeah, I encountered a very nasty shoggot. All in all, I prefer your arms.
Sul-Van: Send Kal-El to another world? That's madness!
Jor-El: The ship will get him there. I know, I built it. That was the plan: save everyone in the Phantom Zone, travel to Earth and then release them. Now it's only good for a lifeboat. And the passenger will be my son. The last son of Krypton.
[as Kal-El's ship launches, another earthquake starts]
Driver Cop: Not another one!
Sul-Van: No... the last one.
[Brainiac is downloading himself into a satellite to escape Krypton]
Brainiac: If the Council knew the truth of Krypton's fate, they woudl frantically put me to work on an escape plan. A futile gesture, given the time remaining.
Jor-El: How long?
Brainiac: Hours. This world has seen its last sunrise.
Brainiac: Good afternoon, Jor-El.
Jor-El: Brainiac. What an unpleasant surprise.
Brainiac: I'm awaiting your data.
Jor-El: Have you been spying on me with your satellites again?
Brainiac: The Planetary Council demands that I analyze your data as soon as you obtain it.
Jor-El: You know, Brainiac, somewhere in all those trillions of files clusters there's got to be one that says "people don't like to be spied upon."
Brainiac: Then why would they create me?
Jor-El: [sotto] A question I often ask myself.
Cop: The patrol's reporting in. Jor-El's escaped the perimeter. They're requesting further instructions.
Brainiac: It doesn't matter anymore. Farewell, Krypton.