Gwen Tennyson: That's a work of art, you know, not your personal butt rest. You're gonna get us kicked out of the museum.
Ben Tennyson: I don't have that kind of luck.
Gwen Tennyson: Hey, can I have a piece of that?
Ben Tennyson: Sorry. Chocolate's for superheroes only.
Gwen Tennyson: More like super jerks only.
Ultimos: By the provisions set forth in the Galactic Code of Conduct, I order you to surrender. Will you yield?
Four Arms: "Yield?" What is this, a traffic light? Kick their butts before they try to pull something.
Synaptak: [to Ben] So, is this true? The Omnitrix is in the possession of a child. We heard you were of somewhat limited mental capacity. No offense.
Gwen Tennyson: Don't worry. He gets that all the time.
Ben Tennyson: How cool is this? I'm in superhero heaven.
Gwen Tennyson: Close your mouth, super dweeb. You're drooling all over the place.
Ultimos: [presenting Ben a very thick book] This is the Galactic Code of Conduct. Every Galactic Enforcer must LEARN the rules so they may LIVE the rules.
Ben Tennyson: Oh, man. Superhero homework?
Ultimos: Well, the first twelve thousand pages are admittedly a bit dry, but after that...
[alarm bells sound]
Synaptak: [announcing] Galactic Enforcers, engage!
Ben Tennyson: What'd you do that for?
Synaptak: As the leader, I announce our presence with authority.
Ben Tennyson: And let the bad guys know we're here?
Synaptak: What's your point?
Vulkanus: Element X. It's no good by itself, you know. Where are we gonna find the bicenthium we need to make it go boom? Ohh, I should have known. The cesspool of the galaxy - Earth.
Ben Tennyson: [as Ultra Ben defeats Lord Doomikus' destructoids] And any other chump who makes trouble in Tennyson Town is gonna get the same two-fisted justice.