Max: At 12:06, a man delivered a painting and he came out just three minutes ago. Now, give me your pen and I’ll sign the report.
99: Right. (She hands him a pen. Max signs the report and hands both items to 99. Seconds later, the consulate explodes! 99 hands both items back to Max.)
Max: (writing) 12:09. The. Consulate. Blew. Up...
The Chief: I want Savage’s fingerprints and a picture taken of him right away! 99, we’ll give you the cover of a wealthy society girl.
99: A patron of the arts, right?
The Chief: Correct. Make contact with him, and use this pencil.
Max: Wait a minute, Chief... Won’t it look a little suspicious if she starts drawing his picture?
The Chief: (long suffering) It’s for his fingerprints, Max. This pencil has been scientifically treated. If you can get him to touch it with his fingers, it will leave an impression of his prints.
Mondo: What a combination of talents! Here am I, one of the world’s greatest artists, and you, one of the most ingenious chemists!
99: That’s a shame about the pencil.
Max: You don’t suppose that the Chief would go for a nice clean set of glove prints, do you?
99: Max! You sound like you’re jealous!
Max: Don’t be ridiculous, 99. It’s just that that man might turn out to be a dangerous kisser, er, killer.
The Chief: I hope you’re not in Lovers Lane by yourself. It could draw attention to you.
Max: Don’t worry, Chief. I have my inflato-girl with me.
Police Officer: (after spotting Max with the inflato-girl in Lovers Lane) What kind of a weirdo are you?!?
Max: Oh, I don’t know. Just a plain, normal, everyday weirdo, I guess!
Parker: This bowl of fruit will give us a sample of the subject’s speaking voice. There’s a tape recorder built into this apple! (Parker opens the apple to reveal the recorder.)
Max: That’s fantastic, professor! But, where’s the microphone.
Parker: Oh, the microphone. It’s right in... (looks through the fruit bowl, then notices Max eating a banana) It’s in your stomach!
99: Oh, come on, Rex. Don’t let Maxwell bother you! Actually, he’s been in the family for years and I still don’t know how to handle him.
Rex Savage: May I suggest the rack?!
(The soup bowl conceals a camera.)
99: Try the soup, Rex. I think you’ll like it.
Rex Savage: What kind is it?
Max: Cream of Technicolor!
(Max answers the door.)
Max: I wonder if you could come back tomorrow.
(A hand holding a gun appears.)
Max: Some people just can’t stand rejection.
Max: You’ll never get away with this, Savage!
Rex Savage: Oh? Why not.
Max: Because at this very minute, twenty five Control agents are converging on this very building! Would you believe it? Twenty five Control agents!
Rex Savage: I find that hard to believe.
Max: Would you believe, two squad cars and a motorcycle cop?
Rex Savage: I don’t think so.
Max: How about a vicious streetcleaner and a toothless police dog?