Diphtheria: Maybe you need reprogramming.
Courtney: And what are YOU going to do about the alien? You’re a big talker, Diphtheria, but you haven’t managed to get hold of any real weapons, you don’t have any way to contain an alien life-form, and you’re a twelve-year-old girl with a physique like pudding.
Diphtheria: I will go and OUTWIT this threat to my planet with the sheer force of my INTELLECT. An intellect matched by no other intellect that exists in the world of sentience. Besides, all you need to contain most alien life forms is a milk crate and some rocks.
Chelsea: I think you can do it, Diphtheria.
Courtney: Nobody likes a suck-up.
Diphtheria: Note to self: Robotic desk lamp: success. Robotic alarm clock, FAILURE.
Chelsea: Oh, THANK you, miss!
Courtney: All right, miss evil genius child prodigy… how are you even going to GET your underage butt to Wisconsin?