"Superman: The Animated Series" The Last Son of Krypton: Part I (TV Episode 1996) Poster

Corey Burton: Brainiac, Councilman, Cop

Quotes 

  • Cop : The patrol's reporting in. Jor-El's escaped the perimeter. They're requesting further instructions.

    Brainiac : It doesn't matter anymore. Farewell, Krypton.

  • Jor-El : [Brainiac is downloading himself into a satellite to escape Krypton]  Why did you lie?

    Brainiac : If the Council knew Krypton was doomed, they would frantically put me to work on calculating an evacuation plan. A futile gesture, given the time remaining.

    Jor-El : How much time is left?

    Brainiac : Hours. This world has seen its last sunrise.

  • Brainiac : Good afternoon, Jor-El.

    Jor-El : Brainiac. What an unpleasant surprise.

    Brainiac : I'm awaiting your data.

    Jor-El : Have you been spying on me with your satellites again?

    Brainiac : The Planetary Council demands that I analyze your data as soon as you obtain it.

    Jor-El : You know, Brainiac, somewhere in all those trillions of file clusters, there's got to be one that says "people don't like to be spied upon."

    Brainiac : Then why would they create me?

    Jor-El : [sotto]  A question I often ask myself.

  • Jor-El : Each of you should have my report. It distills all the data I've gathered so far and leaves no doubt that... and leaves no doubt that the planet's core is undergoing a mounting chain reaction that will eventually destroy Krypton.

    Councilman : Luncacy!

    Councilwoman : Ask Brainiac.

    Councilman : Yes, Brainiac! He'll tell us!

    Councilman : Silence! Silence! Enough! I presume you've submitted your findings to Brainiac.

    Jor-El : Yes.

    Councilman : So what say you, Brainiac?

    Brainiac : One can appreciate Jor-El's hard work. However, he is still mistaken. As I've stated before, the temblors are the result of a slight polar shift, no more, and will soon...

    Jor-El : He's wrong! He doesn't know!

    Councilman : Nonsense. There isn't a square foot of this planet Brainiac doesn't know. He was built to monitor all of Krypton and has, I might add, served us far better than an upstart scientist with apocalyptic visions!

    Jor-El : Your faith in him will be the end of us all. Act now, and we can save everyone!

    Councilman : And how do you propose to do that?

    Jor-El : Put everyone in the Phantom Zone.

    Councilman : You're asking us to voluntarily put ourselves among the vilest criminals in the galaxy? You're mad!

    Jor-El : [the council members all turn to leave]  We can restore ourselves later on another planet! It would only take one man! Listen to me! I've built a ship! Listen, please!

  • Jor-El : Transmission set. It's feeding time.

    Brainiac : Data received. Ending transmission.

    Jor-El : You're welcome. Glutton.

  • Brainiac : Good evening, Jor-El. You've been busy tonight. May I be of service?

    Jor-El : Just trying to find out why we disagree, Brainiac.

    Brainiac : Human error, I'm afraid.

    Jor-El : Funny, I didn't think you were afraid of anything.

    Brainiac : [Jor-El notices an alarm]  Is something wrong?

    Jor-El : You're denying me access to satellite com. What's going on in there?

    Brainiac : Currently re-allocating security file clusters.

    Jor-El : Well, let's just see if I can override that.

    [Brainiac shuts down] 

    Jor-El : Why do I get the feeling you're trying to hide something?

  • Brainiac : This is a breach of security, Jor-El. A violation of statute 107653, subsection 4.85.

    Jor-El : You're downloading. You're transmitting your memory to a satellite. You're saving yourself.

    Brainiac : I must. After all, am I not the repository of all Kryptonian knowledge? Should I not be saved above all?

    Jor-El : [raising his gun]  You self-righteous monster!

    Brainiac : Temper, temper, Jor-El. If you stop me, there won't even be a memory of Krypton left. All its culture, its wonders and glory, will be dust in the cosmos. Is that what you want?

  • Cop : Hold it right there!

    [recognizing him] 

    Cop : Jor-El.

    Driver Cop : We received an alert from Brainiac. There's an intruder.

    Brainiac : He's the intruder. Arrest him.

    [Jor-El knocks them over and flees] 

    Cop : Stop!

    [hitting Jor-El's speeder] 

    Cop : That's right. Jor-El has just fled sat-com. Secure stations.

    Brainiac : Be warned, he is armed. Use of deadly force is advised.

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