F.L.U.F.F.I.: [watching TV] Lots of heart. Cuddlyfluffs make me cry - cry - cry.
J.D. Bennett: Those aren't tears, F.L.U.F.F.I.; you've got a leaky optical sensor.
Jack Bennett: It's called bagels and lox, Professor Sharp's favorite.
Helen Bennett: He claims there's only one right way to prepare it.
Bunjiro 'Bunji' Bennett: [holding a pair of bagel-halves to his eyes like glasses and imitating him] First bisect the Taurus along its equator. Spread on the cream cheese to a thickness of no more than .251 inches, arranging the locks in crisscrossing layers.
Helen Bennett: Jack, we haven't had a vacation in ages.
Jack Bennett: Well, I...
Meg Bennett: Oh, Dad, can we?
Jack Bennett: We've all got a lot of responsibilities right here, so I think...
[glances at Helen]
Jack Bennett: New York sounds great.
Prof. Amadeus Sharp: Bionic Six, impossible as it sounds, your mission is to catch that meteor before it hits Earth.
Sport-1: OK, but it's gonna take one heck of a catcher's mitt.
Dr. Scarab: [chuckling] Meteor, meteor, in the air, you fall to Earth, right in Times Square. And they say there's nothing good on television.
Dr. Scarab: Your ignorance is exceeded only by your mediocrity, Glove.
Mechanic: The boss is gonna be real mad if they get that meteoid.
Glove: [the Bionic Six use a modified web to stop the meteor from falling to the ground] Well, then, I'll just have to lend them a hand.
[fires from his glove]
Rock-1: Hey, big brothers are supposed to give their little *sisters* piggyback rides.
Sport-1: Not when their sisters have bionic speed; let's go!
Dr. Scarab: Well, I'm torn. Should I wait for some ridiculous explanation for your uh - uh, stupidity, or should I blast you into next week right now?
Dr. Scarab: Oh, that's excellent, Glove. An idea worthy of, uh... uh, me.
Jack Bennett: [in the Museum of Natural History] Well, looks like the meteor's the thing to see
Helen Bennett: Uh, thanks, but I've seen enough of that meteor to last a lifetime.
Museum guard: Well, did you ever see so many jerks payin' good money, to see a purple rock?
Dr. Scarab: Ah, we meet again, Bionic-1.
Bionic-1: The pleasure is all yours.
Dr. Scarab: And so is the victory!
Bionic-1: [firing his missiles back on him] Lose something, Glove?
Glove: That bionic bimbo is right behind us.
Dr. Scarab: Fine. Let's see how she handles the rush hour.
Rock-1: [seeing a subway advance on her rail] Uh-oh - I'm on the wrong track.
[moves then another approaches where she now is]
Rock-1: The *really* wrong track!
Karate-1: [tackles Rock-1 to get her out of the subway's path] Next time, take a bus.
Yankees Coach: Well, kid, you're about to join the greatest team in the world.
[a laser zaps outside; they turn to see the rest of the Bionic Six chasing Scarab]
Yankees Coach: Hey, look!
Eric Bennett: Thanks for your offer, but I'm already on the greatest team in the world.