- Colonel K: [on viewscreen] Good heavens, DM, whatever's the matter? Where's that stiff upper lip?
- Danger Mouse: It's gone all floppy, Colonel. And so have I...
- Penfold: I got extra milk from that milkman who looks like El Loco.
- Danger Mouse: El Loco? But our milkman looks like Elton John.
- Danger Mouse: [inside his training wet paper bag] It's no good... I just can't... fight my way out of it.
- Penfold: Oh dear.
- Danger Mouse: [exhausted] Oh, Penfold.
- Penfold: Ah, good morning, milkman. I'm just going to do my exercises.
- El Loco: Ah, si, you run, eh? You swim, you jump...
- Penfold: No, I lift the milk bottles.
- El Loco: Guantanamera, gringo!
- Penfold: No thanks, but we want some on Saturday.
- El Loco: If Saturday ever comes, eh?
- Penfold: Ehm... pardon?
- El Loco: No importan. Hasta la vista!
- Penfold: No, just my pajamas.
- Isambard Sinclair, narrator: London. And in the soft flow of a waking dawn, a great city begins to stir. While in Mayfair, the milkman prepairs to leave two pints please and no grapefruit juice today under the front step of a Bakerstreet pillarbox.