Von Talon:
I'm a vegetarian.
Mercury:
And yet you wear a leather cape.
Felix:
[
talking to Valiant about being in the RHPS] If it weren't for my wooden drumstick and this shrappnel in my poopdeck, I'd be out there right now!
Valiant:
It's not the size of your wingspan that counts, no, it's the size of your spirit.
Felix:
It's not the size of your wingspan that counts. It's the size of your spirit!
Lofty:
Could you burp on cue?
Bugsy:
Yeah, I can burp on all the letters, not just Q.
Valiant:
[
shouting] Quiet!
Charles De Girl:
[
to Valiant, Bugsy, Lofty, Toughwood, and Tailfeather] I won't lie to you - you will definitely be eaten by falcons.
Bugsy:
I've got a doctor's note!
Von Talon:
There will be awards, parades, and commemorative stamps!
Bugsy:
How did you find us?
Charles De Girl:
Well, the was the plane and the explosion. And the screaming, and the pleading. More screaming. The begging, the crying, the whining, whinging, yelling, boohooing...
Valiant:
Yes, um, enough about that.
Bugsy:
Definitely, yes.
Toughwood:
France is scary!
Bugsy:
Hello, mate!
Bugsy:
I may not be very conscientious, but I do object.
Rollo:
[
Repeated line] Sabotage!
Tailfeather:
Are you ready to drop?
Toughwood:
I think I may have dropped already!
[
first lines]
Lofty:
[
seeing Valiant & Bugsy] For a, quote, 'elite unit', unquote, they seem to be letting in anything with wings
[
to Bugsy]
Lofty:
, including those flies circling your bottom.
Victoria:
I don't care if you're a hero or not, just concentrate on the getting back.
Bugsy:
I've been SHANGHAIIIIED!
Cufflingk:
[
preparing to torture Mercury] You want us to pluck out his feathers?
Underlingk:
And... heh... CLIP his wings?
Cufflingk:
HURT... his feelings?
[
both chuckle]
Von Talon:
No, no, no, no! Worse. MUCH worse.
[
raises cage]
Von Talon:
We have ways of making you squawk.
[
yodeling music begins]
Mercury:
Argh! What kind of birds are you?
Lofty:
Any moment now, Gutsy will fly out and tell us the plan!
Lofty:
[
the plane Gutsy was in explodes] Right then. Who has the backup plan?
Bugsy:
Oh you want the backup plan? Um... WE DIE! Yeah, *that's* the backup plan!
Sergeant:
Gentlemen you are the fliers of the FUTURE!
[
Tailfeather and Toughwood crash into each other]
Sergeant:
[
Holds face] The FAR future!
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