Grandpa Max: Remember to think out there, Ben. Don't just try to muscle it. Might isn't always right.
Ben Tennyson: I know, but it's always fun.
Ben Tennyson: You guys have seen me in action. I'm the baddest Ben in town. I've kicked so much alien butt, my feet hurt.
Kraab: Hand over the Omnitrix and I promise you won't suffer... much.
Ghostfreak: [defiantly] Dream on, Claw Boy.
Ghostfreak: What's he talking about?
Gwen Tennyson: Duh. Why else would some alien track you down? It wants the watch, Einstein.
Ghostfreak: You don't have to get snotty about it, Miss Know-It-All.
Hoverboard: Billions of beings on this planet, and the Omnitrix winds up the wrist of a foolhardy youth.
Diamondhead: Well, like I told your buddies, this thing doesn't come off. I've tried.
Hoverboard: Of course it doesn't. Its power utilizes alien DNA, which binds to the host's own genetic structure. It can not simply be removed like taking off a hat.
Hoverboard: I am a noble warrior. You are an impulsive annoyance.
Gwen Tennyson: How come YOU get all the cool alien stuff?
Ben Tennyson: Fits my style.
Gwen Tennyson: Right.
Hoverboard: Your choice of warriors is based solely on brute strength wthout regard for any strategy. Do you ever pause to consider your actions at all?