- Colonel K: Now, DM, this is from our White Hall look out.
- Danger Mouse: Yes, Colonel K, what is it?
- Colonel K: Look out.
- Danger Mouse: Look out, sir?
- Colonel K: Look out or the window at Ten Downing Street, and you'll see a whacking great tank pointing a gun at the door.
- Stiletto Mafiosa: Haha! the mouse has-a nibbled the formaggio! It's a time for the Barone to shut-a his trap.
- Baron Silas Greenback: [playing a pipe organ] You're in for a musical slayride. It will slay you! I'm feeding the computer transmissions through my keyboard. Will it be Beethoven's ninth, or Dangermouse's last?