- Pecker: Onin welcomes you, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... the usual boring salutations. She says it is good to see you again, Jak.
- Jak: But we've never met before.
- Pecker: Before... after... it is all the same.
- Daxter: Oh! Oh! Let me try! Aaah... she wants a... She wants a yakow bone! A yakow bladder! No... no... I got it! For many moons... she has... waited for... a juice pop? A jewel shop? Oh... oh... I know, she's got a hairball? A hair lip? A hairy chest?
- [Krew is telling Jak to enter a big race]
- Krew: Uh, and your contract, with just a few trifles for me. I've ah, already signed your name to save time, mmmmmnn.
- [Daxter grabs the contract and starts reading quickly]
- Daxter: We the racers hereby agree to give Krew all proceeds from race earnings, endorsement fees, broadcast royalties, syndications residuals, vehicle sponsorships, mall appearance fees, collectible card assets, fast-food tie-ins, use of likeness rights, talk show deals, clothing lines, all print rights including book, novella, comic, pamphlet, tickertape, neon sign and bathroom graffiti designs,
- [inhales deeply]
- Daxter: toy rights, shoe lines, mood rings, game rights.
- [Daxter stops and looks at the camera]
- Daxter: GAME RIGHTS?
- [Daxter looks back at the contract]
- Daxter: Vitamin endorsements, city kickbacks, movie deals, and of course, all death and dismemberment accident insurance claims.
- Krew: Heh heh heh... we can work out the tiny details later.
- Daxter: So there I was, toe to toe with FIVE of the nastiest Metal Heads you ever saw! Slime oozing from monstrous jaws! Teeth sharper than daggers! Slowly, all TEN of 'em surround me. But do I surrender? No! I summon my highly trained killer instincts, and pounce! Hya! Chooy! Whaa! HAA! And when the dust cleared, there were TWENTY less Metal Heads in the world!
- Tess: Ohhh, Daxter you're amazing!
- Daxter: Yeah, I know.
- Jak: Kor! What's going on?
- Kor: I'm sure you know! Deep down in your darkest nightmares! We've met before, remember.
- [to Praxis]
- Kor: Everything is going exactly as planned.
- Daxter: [as Kor transforms] Jak! It's the metal head leader!
- Kor: Now you see! Without the shield walls corrupting my powers inside the city, I am my full potential now! So for the last time, give me the Precursor Stone!
- Baron Praxis: If the city must die, then we all die!
- Baron Praxis: You are the supreme weapon, Jak. And I made you. Still... any leader worth his salt always has a back-up plan.
- [he presses a button, revealing a bomb]
- Baron Praxis: Remember, the first rule to making a bomb... is to always make two...
- [he dies]
- Baron Praxis: I've told you, I will have more eco by week's end. We'll transport it directly to your nest, as promised!
- Kor: A deal is of no value if you can't deliver, my dear Baron. I grow impatient with your puny gestures. Give me the agreed upon eco soon, or the deal is off, and your precious city will pay the price!
- [his hologram vanishes]
- Erol: He's toying with us! Let me lead an assault on the Nest before it's too late! I can take him!
- Baron Praxis: Patience, commander. No one has ever penetrated the Metal Head Nest. You know that! I've seen what comes of such foolish plans.
- [he strokes the ruined side of his face]
- Baron Praxis: No! Strength is their weakness... We play helpless... We train them to eat from our hands, and then... Move forward with the plan! Tell Ashelin to up her patrols. I want that Tomb found!
- Erol: But your daughter has not been... agreeable.
- Baron Praxis: Agggg... I'll see to that problem. One way or another.
- Jak: [aside] Ashelin is the Baron's daughter?
- Baron Praxis: And find that child! If you'd spend half as much time looking for that little brat as you spend flirting with that mechanic girl, we would have pinned his royal ass to a wall long ago!
- Pecker: Listen tiny tail, I was leading my hundredth flock south before you had fur one between your legs! Not that your fur means anything!
- Daxter: At least I'm not some over stuffed, over yappin', feather dusty mouthpiece for the world's oldest professional! Jak says, 'have a nice day.' Jak says, 'I can't think on my own.' Jak says 'Go bite yourself!'
- Pecker: That's it, rat boy! Now you've really pissed me off!
- Daxter: If I had the Precursor Stone, with all that power, I'd use it to build a giant palace. A palace with the biggest harem of women the world has ever known, and there'd be a swimming pool filled to the brim with chocolate... slightly minty... yeah, yeah, a massive pool of gooey chocolate! Then the girls and I would jump in together...
- Sig: Looks like we finally lost 'em, chili peppers! Piece of cake, huh? Now you boys are real Wastelanders! I say it's time we take this fight to the Metal Head leader himself! What a trophy he'd make! We find a way to juice up Mar's ol' gun, and then boom baby, we storm the nest, guns blazing! Hell! We'll take 'em all on, together! You and me! Side by side! Nothin'll stop us 'cause we're...
- [a large metal head crushes him]
- Kor: Finally, you've decided to join us and you brought the Precursor Stone. Good. The boy will now play his final part.
- Jak: Not this time.
- Kor: Oh, but this child is such a part of this! Such a part of you! Don't you recognize him? The boy is you, Jak! And this place... this is where you began, in the future!
- Jak: But how...?
- Kor: You were hidden in the past on the hope that you would gain the skills to face me today. But Onin was wrong! Now that you've been altered with Dark Eco, the stone will never open for you. Your younger self, however, still has the pure gift! He alone can awaken the Stone and the Precursor entity, which sleeps inside!
- Jak: This stone is a Precursor?
- Kor: The last Precursor egg! Mar was clever. He covered his tracks well through time, hiding his last egg from me, and building the shield and city to defend it! It has been a long siege. But today, I will finally feed on the last Precursor Life Force!
- Daxter: Ah, I think you're forgetting one little thing, Metalo-Maniac! We've got the Precursor Stone!
- Kor: Not for long!
- Precursor: It is finished... Our ancient enemy is no more. Take hope brave one! The terrible darkness inside you is now balanced by a glorious light! We will meet again...
- Daxter: [to Krew about job] Let me guess. Dark, murky water? Smells worse than your breath at an oyster fest? Fuller o' Metal Heads than your plate at a one-pass buffet? And of course, weapons more lethal than your ever so "tighty wighties" on a hot summer day?
- Jak: We're not doing anything until you tell us why the Baron is giving eco to the Metal Heads?
- Krew: [angry] I should have you both knee-capped, ay?
- [first lines]
- Samos the Sage: For every age there is a time of trial. The rocks faced such a fire before they were the strength beneath our feet. The plants braved vast winds before their roots could give us life. As a sage of considerable years, I have known only one such great ordeal. Yet the hero it created was a champion of all time.
- Erol: You're the talk of the town, Jak; you give the people hope. How pathetic! I would've enjoyed killing you in prison, but now, it'll be so much more fun to take you on the track, in front of the entire city! I can hear the roar of the crowd now, as everyone sees their hope die.
- Keira: Erol's the best racer I've ever seen.
- Jak: He's not what you think.
- Keira: And you're a good judge of character? Ha! Look at you. People say you get angry and... change. Besides, the Jak I knew wouldn't be working for a guy like Krew.
- Jak: I need Krew's connections to fight the Baron. Without my... You know what? Do it your way, and I'll do it mine. Just don't come crying to me when the walls fall down!
- Baron Praxis: [over his intercom] Fear not the men in red. Sure there are occasional complaints, about their over-aggressive policing, wanton destruction of people's property during raids, mass arrest, misplaced loved ones and whatnot. Hey, we're only human! Running a city can be tougher than it looks. Imagine how much worse it would be if the Metal Heads were in charge.
- Samos the Sage: Today's the big day, Jak. I hope you are prepared, for whatever happens.
- Keira: I think I figured out most of this machine. It interacts somehow with that large Precursor Ring. I just hope we didn't break anything moving it here to the lab.
- Daxter: Easy for you to say! We did all the heavy lifting!
- Computer Voice: Dark Eco injection cycle complete. Bio readings nominal and unchanged.
- Baron Praxis: Hhhppp. Nothing! I was informed that this one might be different!
- Erol: He is surprisingly resistant to your 'experiments' Baron Praxis. I fear the Dark Warrior program has failed.
- Baron Praxis: Aaaagh!
- [to Jak]
- Baron Praxis: You should at least be dead with all the Dark Eco I've pumped into you!
- Erol: What now? Metal Head armies are pressing their attacks. Without a new weapon, my men cannot hold them off forever!
- Baron Praxis: Aaggh, I will not be remembered as the man who lost this city to those vile creatures! Move forward with the final plan! And finish off this 'thing' tonight!
- Erol: As you wish.
- [leans towards Jak]
- Erol: I'll be back later...
- Kor: Hello strangers. My name is Kor. May I help...
- Jak: You look like a reasonably smart man. I want information! Where the Hell am I?
- Daxter: Aaah... sorry! He's new to the whole conversation thing.
- Kor: Well, my angry young friend, you are a 'guest' of his 'majesty' Baron Praxis, the ruler of 'glorious' Haven City.
- Jak: I was just a 'guest' in the good Baron's prison.
- Kor: Inside a cell or inside the city... walls surround us both. We are all his prisoners.
- [Krimzon Guards approach]
- Kor: Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'd move on if I were you.
- Krimzon Guard: By order of his eminence, the Grand Protector of Haven City, Baron Praxis, everyone in this section is hereby under arrest for suspicion of harboring underground fugitives. Surrender and die!
- Daxter: Aaah, excuse me sir, don't you mean surrender, OR DIE?
- Kor: Not in this city! Protect us from these guards, and I'll introduce you to someone who could help you!
- Pecker: Behold! The Seal of Mar is now complete. Onin says the three artifacts you've retrieved from the Mountain Temple... arrrrk... are relics from an ancient Light Tower. Old songs tell how this light tower once shined down on the actual site of Mar's tomb! I sing one of these songs for you.
- [singing, badly]
- Pecker: "From the mists of time, Mar's light would shine..."
- Jak: Whoa there iron lungs! Just tell us what we need to do.
- Pecker: Cretins with no taste, huh?
- Samos the Sage: Good work, Jak! And... Daxter, I suppose. Before we came through the rift long ago, I was nurturing that Life Seed from the Great Tree. It seems the Metal Heads are attracted to its power. Take the seed to Onin now. She will prepare it for Samos.
- Daxter: You mean you?
- Samos the Sage: No, the other me, Daxter? My younger self needs the seed's power to become... sagely.
- Daxter: So... let me get this straight. It's fair to say that by bringing your younger self the life seed now, we helped you become the sage you are today? We helped you get your powers in the first place. And you never thanked us?
- Samos the Sage: Thank you Daxter... now go do it!
- Brutter: Now Metal Heads find hidden Lurker village in caves! They bite, and hurt village real bad, and we Lurker brothers trapped like animals!
- Daxter: Ah, hello, they are animals.
- Brutter: We no longer evil-lurking, bad-to-bones, orangey boy! We good now. Metal Headers are bad. They is enemies.
- Jak: Yeah, I guess we're all in the same boat now.
- Daxter: And the ship is sinking fast, brother.
- Brutter: Please, save six Lurker brothers quick, and Brutter will kiss you foots!
- Krew: I knew you were special when I first met you Jak, and I commend you for making it this far. We've come a long way, 'ey?
- Jak: Yeah. I'm getting real teary-eyed.
- Krew: I love weapons. I love how they look... how they feel... even how they smell...
- Jak: I think you need serious help.
- Krew: My favorite was the impossibly powerful weapon Mar built to blast open the Metal Head nest. Poor fool died before he could use it, ahh well. But I have a new favorite. The Piercer Bomb I've just completed. My masterpiece is powerful enough to crack open the Precursor Stone, and release the untold energy inside! As soon as the Baron shows up with the Stone, we'll hide it in the last shipment of Eco and deliver it to the Metal Head nest. A surprise dessert, 'ey? Hee hee hmmm... Just take this gun upgrade and forget what you saw here.
- Jak: Not this time, Krew! I'm through being your hired gun!
- Krew: Then it's war, isn't it?
- Baron Praxis: [over loudspeaker] We've had a few... incidents with our lower-class labor force lately. If your Lurker is acting up, call Krimzon Animal Control. Is your Lurker in a tree? Stuck in a sewer grate? Foaming at the mouth? Call the friendly officers of the K.A.C., and they will deal with your furry slave with all the love and care it deserves. Then haul it away for reconditioning.
- Torn: [deleted scene] You're a good man on the line, Jak. Thanks for your help. You know I finally realized these symbols on my face, they're not about loyalty to the Baron. Long ago, these symbols stood for the Guards' loyalty to the city. Live or die, I intend to make sure they stand for that today.