Heat Blast: I don't wanna be fire guy forever. How am I suppose to play Little League this fall if I charcoal the ball every time I catch a pop-fly?
Grandpa Max: Don't worry, Ben. We'll figure this thing out.
(the Omnitrix beeps and Ben reverts to human form)
Ben: Aha. I'm me again.
Gwen: Aw, too bad. I liked you better when you were a briquette.