Ermintrude:
Surely it's only a short hop for such a brave bunny.
Dylan:
More like a long drop for a dumb rabbit.
Dylan:
So close, and yet so far out!
ZeBadDee:
Today, one soldier, tomorrow, the world! And then perhaps... three more soldiers!
Dylan:
Chill out guys, I've got something stashed that just might help.
Brian:
Dylan, we don't have time to indulge in recreational activities...
Brian:
Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me.
ZeBadDee:
Very well! Sam, bring out the sticks and stones!
[
Zebedee is explaining Zebad's evil plan]
Zebedee:
Nothing will grow. Not even grass.
Dylan:
No grass? Right we've got a problem, man.
Brian:
[
to Moose] Have you seen our friend Dougal? Big black noise, looks like a bad hair day on legs.
ZeBadDee:
Give me that map... please?
Brian:
Over my dead body!
ZeBadDee:
Sam, get out the garlic butter. I'm feeling a little peckish.
Brian:
You're bluffing!
ZeBadDee:
Try me, you spineless slime-spreader!
[
Dylan is looking at the buttons on the train, and sees one marked with a spring]
Dylan:
Hey, maybe this is some kind of anti-spring device.
[
he presses button. Brian is catapulted upwards]
Brian:
I can fly!
[
looks down]
Brian:
No, I can't.
Dylan:
Or maybe it's an ejector seat.
ZeBadDee:
When I leave someone for dead, I expect them to die! Can't even do that right, heh?
Train:
Now, for my impression of a sleeping train...
Soldier Sam:
Er, can I ask about holidays?
Zeebad:
Three weeks in summer.
Soldier Sam:
Very generous, sir.
Zeebad:
Not that it will ever be summer again...
Train:
I'm a train, not a snowboard!
Zeebad:
[
giving advice on evil laughter] No Sam, it's all in the back of the throat.
Dougal:
You're a despicable fiend!
Zeebad:
I know.
[
chuckles]
Zeebad:
It's a gift, really. Compassion is such a weakness.
Ermintrude:
I never thought I'd say it, but: what a snail!
Train:
[
scared of jungle sounds] What's this? I'll go in a tunnel. I'm a train, I like tunnels.
Brian:
Oh no! Trouble dead ahead!
Train:
[
jumping from one trainrail to the other] That's my line!
Ermintrude:
Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk.
Dylan:
That's easy for you to say.
Ermintrude:
Oh, the cruel hands of time!
Dylan:
[
teeth chattering because of the cold] But if it, if it wasn't for time, every- everything would hap- happen at once!
Soldier Sam:
[
left for dead by Zeebad] Evil villains... can be so cruel.
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