Monster Weather


 * Ben Tennyson: Hey, you're the weather guy. We saw you and your robot on TV last night.
 * Vance Vetteroy: The Sounding Anemometer Metagraph is no robot. He's a sophisticated weather-monitoring apparatus created by me but corrupted by a news station merely after a gimmick.
 * Gwen Tennyson: Ah, okay. Whatever.


 * Grandpa Max: This entire summer, we've gone where YOU wanted to go, Benjamin.
 * Ben Tennyson: What about Aunt Vera's house? THAT wasn't my idea.
 * Gwen Tennyson: And you ended up having a good time.
 * Ben Tennyson: Yeah, okay, but...
 * Grandpa Max: You know I've waited all summer to see Shag Carpeting.(holds up record album)
 * Ben Tennyson: Those weirdos make Wildvine look normal. Besides, who listens to records anymore anyway?
 * Grandpa Max: That's not the point.
 * Ben Tennyson: No, the point is: what's more important - getting a new digi downloader some sea alien trashed that I kicked butt on or staying here just because YOU say so?
 * Ben & Max: (both to Gwen) Gwen, explain it to him. (back at each other) You just don't get it!


 * Grandpa Max: Right on! Isn't this just the grooviest?
 * Ben Tennyson: Grooviest? Oh, and I thought Grandpa's shirt was out of date.


 * Vance Vetteroy: I created you. Now it's time to destroy you.
 * SAM: Wait. By readjusting my circuitry, you've allowed me to molecularly alter the weather. I'm not just some gimmick anymore. Now I am everything you always wanted me to be.
 * Vance Vetteroy: It's too late.
 * SAM: It's all about image, and without me you'll just be another pretty face. Now, do you still want to make it rain?


 * Grandpa Max: Hey, hey! The Shag Carpeting autograph booth! So, who wants to come to the booth with me?
 * Ben Tennyson: I'd rather brush Vilgax's teeth with my tongue than wait in line to get those fossil's autographs.


 * Gwen Tennyson: Hey, could you be any ruder?
 * Ben Tennyson: Hey, if Grandpa doesn't care what I wanna do, why should I care about his dumb band?


 * SAM: Everyone in Chicago will remember you forever, Vance...but for all the wrong reasons.


 * SAM: If you thought the great Chicago fire was bad, you haven't seen anything yet, Vance.


 * Stage Performer 1: Aye, where is Nate, we're on in five!
 * Stage Performer 2: Probably just tweaking his costume. He always has to go all out.
 * (Ben sneaks around behind some amplifiers)
 * Ben: Who needs Grandpa when I can XLR8 there and back without them noticing?
 * (Ben changes into XLR8)
 * Stage Performer 1: (notices XLR8) I love the new look Nate. Now get up here and jam!
 * (SP 1 grabs XLR8 by the wrist and drags him onto the stage)
 * XLR8: Ah!
 * (SP sits XLR8 down at a drum set. Without a clue what to do, XLR8 picks up the drumsticks and starts drumming while the band plays. Unfortunately, he's not too good, and ends up knocking over the cymbals just as SAM arrives as a giant cloud.)


 * (XLR8 lands on the RV's windshield)
 * Gwen Tennyson: Now that's one ugly bug on our windshield.


 * SAM: Today's forecast calls for destruction.


 * Ben Tennyson: So, this means we can go to the Sumo Slammer Convention now?
 * Grandpa Max: Sorry. One has nothing to do with the other.
 * Ben Tennyson: But I went XLR8 to save the day!
 * Grandpa Max: As a matter of fact, I was wondering about that. You just happened to be him when that cloud monster appeared?
 * Ben Tennyson: Uh, yeah. Why?
 * Grandpa Max: Well, just that XLR8 could have zipped off to that convention without Gwen or me ever realizing you were gone.
 * Ben Tennyson: Oh, you think you know everything!


 * Vance Vetteroy: "Build yourself a robot partner, Vance. He'll be great for the action weather team." Sure, boss, whatever you say.


 * Gwen Tennyson: A massive weather monster with a command of the English language? Now, THAT'S something you don't see everyday.


 * Vance Vetteroy: Well, from now on, I'm just reporting the weather, not trying to change it. Guess there's nothing that wrong with just being another handsome face, huh?
 * Grandpa Max: (smiles) Yeah, I know what you mean. (Ben & Gwen laugh) What?