- Jayce: I'm not getting a signal. Something's bending the radio waves.
- Flora: Maybe it's the magic on Oon's lance.
- Oon: [startled, Oon stops polishing his lance] Oh dear, huh... I never thought it could... it, it, would...
- Herc Stormsailor: Easy, Tin Can. It's not your fault, this time.
- Jayce: That's it, Gillian, you've done it! You've located father.
- Herc Stormsailor: Oh, I can almost smell payday!
- [last lines]
- Jayce: This has to be the time, father. The time we finally find you. Lightning Strikes!