Speckles: Actually, you may call me Mr. Yanshu. Business associate of Leonard Saber. Darwin: You tricked Saber into helping you build Clusterstorm? How could you do this to us? I thought we were friends. I put my life on the line for you. Leonard Saber: Yanshu was in my basement this whole time? Ben: Yeah, and he wasn't a man. He was a mole. Speckles: "Yanshu" is the Chinese word for mole.
Penny: Don't you look pretty? Juarez: [looks at her reflection] Oh, my gosh. I look like Paris Hilton's chihuahua.
Bucky: We all agreed this was my zone right. mice: rRght. Bucky: Bucky the mice will agree to anything,you guys are all idiots right. mice: Right.
Mice: Yipee, the circus. Bucky: I hate the circus!
Hurley: [running on the street during the Jerry Bruckheimers Films logo] Hey, Slow down!
Blaster: I'm pretty sure this is animal cruelty. *WOOOHOO!* [jumps in RC car over toys] Blaster: But I love it.
Ben: You all right? Mooch: [buzzed sound] Yeah! Ben: Good! I don't like when my fly is down.
Darwin: Hurley, get your butt outta my face. Hurley: Get your face outta my butt!
Hurley: My stomach doesn't do well with action-adventure. Darwin: Hurley, don't you dare. [Hurley lets out a big fart that fogs up Darwin and Hurley's plastic ball] Darwin: Yuck, Hurley. That's disgusting. I can't breathe. Hurley: Roll down the window. Blaster: These things don't have windows, Hurley!
Speckles: Hello, Darwin. Darwin: Speckles, you're alive. You infiltrated the bad guy's lair. Where is he? Speckles: I am the bad guy. What? You really think I let myself get killed in a garbage truck? Ha! Well I hid in a soup can. Rode it all the way to the city dump. And it was stinky. Juarez: Speckles. Blaster: I can't believe the mole was the mole.
Juarez: Blaster, don't drop a pellet. Blaster: Too late.
Blaster: Why are you dressed like guinea pig barbie. Juarez: One more word like that and ill turn you into a smokeside of bacon. Blaster: Well you are sizzling hot.
Blaster: Yo, Jaurez, did you catch the little leg twitch at the end of my "death"? Ah! That was acting, baby. I was feeling it! Juarez: Yes, amazing. Tell me you are not part possum. Blaster: OK, you can laugh now, but some of those people back there were crying. It was like the end of Old Yeller.
Hurley: Don't pay any attention to him. He's a quarter ferret. Bucky: I have no ferret in me, Hurley. That has never been proven. Hurley: Then why are you marked down? Bucky: I'm on sale! Everyone goes on sale eventually. Hurley: This should come as a surprise, but he grew up in the psych ward at UCLA.
Agent Trigstad: Call for backup. Tell them we're in pursuit of three guinea pigs driving mobile spheres. Agent Carter: OK! Actually, could you make the call?
Darwin: Blaster, do something. Blaster: What do you suggest I do? Mice, Mice: Poop in his hand. Poop in his hand.
Blaster: Is that all you got? Connor: Ready to go for the record? Blaster: Maybe this would be a good time to take your medication.
Speckles: We've got a worm to decipher. Darwin: You're a genius. Speckles: I'm a mole. I got a thing for worms. [slurps a rainworm hanging from the ceiling]
Juarez: [to Penny] You try to put a bow on me, you're gonna lose a finger. Blaster: That little girl has no idea know what she's in for! Penny: I'm gonna put nail polish and lipstick on her and a dress. Juarez: A dress? You're going to lose your whole hand!
Darwin: [Talking to a squirrel] What are you doin' here? Move along, pal.