Jeremy (Voice Over): "That night, even though I was scarred stiff, I decided to start up the computer."
Jeremy: "I hope I'm not going to regret this in a minute. OK, go!"
Jeremy: "Now, let's see what you've got under the hood, my friend." (referring to the computer)
Jeremy: (Sitting down to the mainframe) "Artificial Intelligence, can you hear me?"
Aelita: "Yes, but would you mind calling me something else, please?"
Jeremy: "OK, how do you like the name 'Maya'?"
Aelita: "Maya, I like that."
Jeremy: "Maya, there's not just a forest out there, there's an entire world! I count four sectors."
Jeremy: "It's actually a supercomputer. It's ultra powerful. And while I was examining it, I saw that it runs a virtual universe called Lyoko.
Ulrich: "You know what, Belpois, this morning's electric shock fried your brain. This thing is just the control center of the factory, that's all."
(Jeremy types, and Aelita appears on the screen)
Jeremy: "Oh, yeah? And what would you call this, huh? A program for spray painting doors?"
Jeremy: "In fact, the supercomputer analyzes you're molecular structure through these cabins and then breaks down your atoms before digitalizing them and recreating a digital incarnation in the virtual world."
Ulrich: "In English?"
Jeremy: "You go inside the cabin, and you're teleported to the virtual world."
Jeremy: "Odd Della Robbia?"
Odd: "Who's calling me?"
Jeremy: "It's me, Jeremy Belpois."
Odd: "Is this a joke or something?"
Jeremy: "Uh, no."
Odd: (Hit by a laser) "Uh! That's a lot less cool. There are these giant cockroaches attacking, is that normal?"
Odd: "Oh, nothing to worry about, then."
Jeremy: "That's not what I meant. You've gotta get out of there."
Ulrich: "Great, at least we're alive."
Odd: "Alive? Well, if you say so. I think I'm about to throw up."
Ulrich: Sissy really did come on strong. If meanness is one of the qualities of a beauty queen, she'll get re-elected all right.
Jeremy: Yeah, but try to get Mrs. World to see that.
Odd: (into microphone) Mrs. World, huh? Mrs. In-her-own-world is more like it.
Sissy: (To Herve and Nicolas) Hey, I hope you two aren't gonna follow me around all day long. As far as I know, you're not Beauticians, so stop sticking to me like glue. I don't need you, understand? So scat.
Herve: Sissy, we thought …
Sissy: Take this advice. Don't think, it doesn't suit you.
Jim: No, no. Be brave now. Jeremy can't be far away. He'll help us out of this.
Sissy: Jeremy? That's pretty re-assuring. It's nice to know that the closest thing to Bruce Willis is coming to the rescue.
Sissy: I only stayed at school to find out the secret of Jeremy and his friends because, the truth is, that I've been wanting to be part of their group for ages but it seems so hopeless. Do you understand what I mean?
Jim: Huh? No. All I understand is there's no ventilation in here. We're gonna run out of oxygen soon.
Sissy: I'd better stop talking then. Right. I can take a hint.
Odd: (talking to a Roachster) Hey you. Yeah. That's right. You.