Ben: Aw, man. This is gonna be the worst vacation ever. I might as well have gone to summer school.
(ball transporter goes over head)
Ben: Whoa! A shooting star!
(transport comes down where he is; Ben screams and jumps out of the way, then goes over to the transport)
Ben: Looks like a satellite or something. (falls into the crater next to the transport) A watch. What's a watch doing in outer space?
(Omnitrix jumps on his wrist)
Ben: Get off me! Get off, get off!