Young Ben Tennyson: "Well in hand..." This thing must be important to finding the Chrono-whatcha-amacallit. Man, doesn't Paradox ever get tired of being cryptic?
Young Gwen Tennyson: Are you ever going to tell me what you're being cryptic about, doofus or are you just gonna keep muttering to yourself?
Young Ben Tennyson: I wish I could, Gwen. I could really use your help right now. You're always good at figuring out stuff like this.
Young Gwen Tennyson: And stop doing that!
Young Ben Tennyson: Stop doing what?
Young Gwen Tennyson: Being so... nice! It's creeping me out.
Young Ben Tennyson: Sorry.
Young Gwen Tennyson: You're still doing it!
Young Ben Tennyson: Sorry.
Young Gwen Tennyson: You're doing it again!
Young Ben Tennyson: Gwen, I need a favor. Maybe the most important thing I'll ever ask you to do. Five years from today, you have to find me no matter where I am. Even if I'm on another planet or something.
Young Gwen Tennyson: Five years?
Young Ben Tennyson: Exactly five years. to the day and time. Come find me and take me to... Um... Mr. Smoothy's.
Young Gwen Tennyson: You hate Mr. Smoothy's.
Young Ben Tennyson: That's why it's perfect. Make me go with you. I'll explain everything to you then, I hope. Can you do that? Promise me. Please?
Young Gwen Tennyson: Wow. Politeness overload.
[Sighs]
Young Gwen Tennyson: Okay.
Young Ben Tennyson: Thanks... dweeb. Now stay here. I need to take care of something.