Grandpa Max: Pretty clever, Gwen. Ben, I think you owe your cousin a big-time thanks.
Ben: And some big-time get-backs! Maybe a face full of Stinkfly goop or a tangle of Wildvine tendrils or... (transforms into Grey Matter)
Grey Matter: Grey Matter? Oh, no! I forgot I zeroed out the master control!
Gwen: (laughs) Don't sweat it. There are only, like, 999 million more combinations for you to try.
Grey Matter: That's it! You are so dead! Four Arms! Diamond Head! Oh, man!
(Grandpa Max & Gwen laugh)