- Ziggy Grover: [as he and the other Ranger Operators enter the Garage with Rangers Gold and Silver] Let me warn you: When you meet Dr. K, she's a bit icy and cold at first. But don't take it personally. It's, uh, she treats everybody like that. I, I think that's just the way she is.
- [Dr. K comes out of the lab. Rangers Gold and Silver demorph, revealing themselves as Gem and Gemma, having survived the attack on the Alphabet Soup facility]
- Dr. K: Gem, Gemma.
- [Runs up towards the twins and gives them a tearful hug]
- Gem: Hello, Dr. K.
- Gemma: We've missed you!
- Ziggy Grover: [He and the other Rangers look on with disbelief] I guess she's, maybe, trying kind of a new management style with them.
- [Talking about the Silver Ranger's Zord]
- Flynn McAllistair: It's not normal, okay? It's a giant flying chicken that's shooting laser beams at people, really?
- Summer Landsdown: Okay, I'm with Flynn. This thing is so weird.
- Ziggy Grover: Weird? Okay, you cruise around in a giant yellow teddy bear, okay? I drive a big green fish. Look in the mirror, people. We're in no position to be sitting in judgment of anything weird.
- Dillon: Man's got a point.
- Dr. K: Have I ever told you about my childhood growing up in the Alphabet Soup think tank?
- Colonel Mason Truman: I get the feeling you don't like to talk about it.
- Dr. K: That's right.
- [Walks slowly to Col. Truman's desk]
- Dr. K: But that's why, when I do, you can be sure that it's not just idle chitchat. You can be sure that there's real meaning behind it.
- Colonel Mason Truman: Go on.
- Dr. K: In the years I've spent there, I was asked to create things without ever knowing their purpose. In some cases, I could never even imagine what possible real-world applications they could possibly have.
- Colonel Mason Truman: Fascinating.
- Dr. K: When I was eleven years old, I was asked to develop a colorless and odorless substance that when added to a person's beverage, it would instantaneously stricken the recipient with diarrhea a thousand times more extreme than the worst case of dysentery ever recorded.
- [Walks up to Col. Truman's desk]
- Dr. K: Now, Colonel, can you, in your wildest imagination, ever dream of a situation where someone would resort to using a substance like that?
- Colonel Mason Truman: [Looks at his coffee mug] Corporal Hicks.
- Corporal Hicks: [Walks up to Col. Truman's desk] Yes, sir.
- Colonel Mason Truman: I want you to divert fifteen percent of the primary shield power to our outgoing communications transmitter for then next ten minutes.
- [Hands the coffee mug over to Cpl. Hicks]
- Corporal Hicks: Yes, sir. Right away, sir.