(Señor Senior Junior is pressing some buttons)
Sr. Senior Jr: I have to launch his stupid missiles!
(the missile tubes open)
Ron: Step away from the console!
Sr. Senior Jr: Or step away from your bossy attitude. You think just because you're so nicely dressed...
(Ron jumps on him and they fight by ruffing each other's hair; Ron does it to Señor Senior Junior, and begins to press the control panel for the missiles)
Sr. Senior Jr: No, you don't!
(Senõr Senior Junior breaks Ron's comb)
Ron: Oh, you are gonna pay!
(They start to fight for Junior's comb and Ron looks at his reflection in the glass wall)
Ron: Huh? (pause) Look at me. What have I become?
Sr. Senior Jr: I do not know. What?
(Rufus rubs Ron's hair back to the normal style)
Ron: My Ron-nes! I... I feel it! Yeah! This look... works!
Sr. Senior Jr: What look? Let me see. But your hair is all messy, it's so... so...
Ron: Totally me!
(Rufus kicks Junior's comb down towards the water)
Sr. Senior Jr: Ahhhh!
Ron: Woah, the stairs! Use the stairs!