Beyblade

Tyson: (to Ray) Kick that ponytail into gear!

Kai: What a surprise. I passed this stupid test. Slice through those Beyblades like they're made out of tissue paper. Sharp, clean strikes with hardly a waste of movement. Hmph. Hardly, as in almost perfect. I hate to admit it, but Boris was right. About that, about me. I crave perfection and this attack was closest I've ever come for perfection which saya a lot considering how good I am in general. I just can't shake this feeling that the deeper I go into this abbey, the stronger my attack gets. There must be a reason for it. I got to find out and I won't let Boris stop me! (Continues running)

Tyson: All right, then. We're trusting you to keep your promise. Tala: Yes, of course.

Max: What? Tyson: We have to see him! Tala: Not right now, I'm afraid. He's being treated by our doctors in the medical ward. Until the doctors give the authorization, no one's allowed in. But I'll tell you as soon he's better, I'll take you see him.

Max: Really? Ray: Guess we'll... come back. Dizzi: And as for you, whoever you are. Tala: My name is Tala. Ian: And you can call me Ian.

Tyson: (To Ian) Hey, genius. The battle's not over yet. Tala: We just got word. Your friend, the boy that you're looking for, his name is Kai, isn't it? (All gasp) Kenny: How'd you know? Tala: He was spotted around the back entrance of the abbey today. He was outside a bit too long, though. He's got a fever.

Kai: No! Boris: You must. Kai: Get this straight, Boris. You may think you know me, but I barely remember you or this rotten abbey. No goofball in goggles is going to tell me what to do, all right? I know I grew up here, but I something else, too. I couldn't care less about this place or about you. Coming here out of curiosity was a waste of time.

Kai: (To Boris) What have you become? Boris: Me?

Kai: It's like putting on an old shoe.

Boris: (To Kai) You... nearly destroyed the entire abbey with your little stunt.

Kai: Fine. I'm all yours and Black Dranzer's all mine. Now unlock it!