Col. Castle: I got a job for you.
Striker: Dyno-mite.
Lisker: I killed you once, and I'll kill you again.
The Guyver: You can't kill me. I've been rejected by death.
Max Reed: That's a lousy place for a mirror.
Max Reed: Just one thing. I mean, what the hell's a scientist doing in the middle of the night walking down a concrete riverbed in his lab coat? Fishing?
Col. Castle: Who knows? Some people will do anything to land a fish. Even tell a fish story.
Max Reed: Yeah, well it ain't fish I smell, it's a rat.
