- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Rocky, I don't want to be a snitch, but Captain Peachfuzz is steering in circles again.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Don't worry, Bullwinkle. I disconnected the steering wheel.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: [about Captain Peachfuzz] Then he's not really in command of the ship?
- Rocket J. Squirrel: No, but why spoil his fun? Besides, we have other things to worry about.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Well, as long as we've got something to worry about.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: We do.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: I was a little worried about not having anything to worry about.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Yeah, but...
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Not being worried worried me.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Yeah, but...
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: But now you say there is something to worry about.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Yeah, but...
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: So now I'm not worried.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Yeah, but...
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Yeah, but what?
- Rocket J. Squirrel: I don't know. I forgot what I was gonna say.
- Narrator: For deep in the hold of Maybe Dick, the defeated Boris Baden... Uh, Horatio Hornswoggle, is preparing...
- Boris Badenov: Defeated? Who's defeated?
- Natasha Fatale: We are, dahlink. You and me and Rollo here.
- [Rollo snorts]
- Boris Badenov: Nonsense. Just a little setback is all.
- Natasha Fatale: Boris, if we were set back any further, we'd be out of story all together.
- Natasha Fatale: [after losing their stolen loot] Well, old mastermind, what you got to say for yourself now?
- Boris Badenov: Only one thing to say, Natasha.
- Natasha Fatale: And that is?
- Boris Badenov: Sharrup you mouth!
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: [after Boris drops the bomb] Now's our chance! Let's get out of here!
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Bullwinkle, we can't run away like scared rabbits!
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Could we walk away like brave rabbits?
- [the bomb Boris dropped doesn't explode despite the fuse running out]
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Hey, it didn't go off.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Must be something wrong with the bomb.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Sure is. Look, there's three holes in it.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Three holes? Hey, I'm beginning to smell a rat!
- Boris Badenov: You called?