Helen Burton: [pointing gun at Daphne] I'm running out of patience, J.J.
J.J. Powell: I told you everything I know! I swear!
Helen Burton: And somehow I still don't believe you.
Daphne Powell: J.J., please!
J.J. Powell: I'm sorry. I... I just can't think, okay? Stress overstimulates the hippocampus. My glucocorticoid receptors haven't been this saturated since... since the plane crash. Oh, my God. Look, I know why our powers are permanent. Please, just let my family go and I'll tell you everything you wanna know. I promise.
Helen Burton: J.J., I will. I will let them all go.
J.J. Powell: Okay, you've been mixing the trilsettum with epinephrine - synthetic adrenaline - but what you needed was real adrenaline. Now, the serum wasn't wrong, the circumstances were. Look, in moments of extreme stress, like life and death, like a plane crash, the receptors in the hippo campus are wide open, and the trilsettum can be absorbed enough for its effects to become permanent. So please...
Helen Burton: Thank you, J.J. You have been most helpful.
[hands gun over to guard]
Helen Burton: Give me ten seconds, then put a bullet in each of them.
Jim Powell: [to Dr. King] A word of advice - when you shoot a man and leave him for dead, you better be sure his kryptonite hasn't worn off.
Dr. Dayton King: [to Jim] You'll kill me? That's a bold prediction. Good luck trying to kill a man who can't die.
Jim Powell: That's horrible, but why do you think any of this has to do with us?
Agent Hawkins: Because it has recently come to our attention that the four of you are no ordinary family. And these were no ordinary passengers. Mr. and Mrs. Powell, the government needs your family's help.
J.J. Powell: What're you doing here, Mr. Litchfield?
Mr. Litchfield: Come here. You have something I need, Powell.
J.J. Powell: Shaving cream and antidepressants?
Mr. Litchfield: Are you all right, Dr. King?
Dr. Dayton King: Of the two of us, I'm not the one whose health you should be worrying about right now.
Helen Burton: Feeling unwell, Dayton?
Dr. Dayton King: Madam Chairman, I-I just seem to be fighting something.
Helen Burton: Yes, I believe it's called obsolescence, a battle which you appear to have lost. Key card, please.
[Power goes out]
Daphne Powell: Mm. No Internet or TV tonight.
J.J. Powell: Mm. God forbid you should pick up a book.
Helen Burton: If I had time, I would wait for than little twit your son knocked up to give birth. A baby born with trilsettum in its D.N.A. would provide all the answers we need to create permanence, but I dislike both children and being patient; so, I have a backup plan.
Dr. Dayton King: And what is that?
Helen Burton: I'm afraid that information can only be shared with people who still work here, but I assure you, my methods will be far less delicate than yours.