Chief O'Reilly: Look at the heavy mob, they're flatter than pancakes!
Bananaman: All the same, Chief, I think you ought to...press charges.
(Bananaman comes across the guards, bound and gagged with their uniforms removed)
Bananaman: This must be the changing of the guard!
Chief O'Reilly: Did you know, they (The Heavy Mob) have even been holding up parking meters?
Bananaman: Really? Are they falling down?
Guard: I say! Are you chaps beefeaters?
Maurice: Listen, guv, we ain't choosy about what we eat.
Bananaman: Had an accident, eh, Grendel?
Grendel: (with a pot of paint over his head) Mmm, mmm, mmm!
Bananaman: You could be right.
Chief O'Reilly: This could be a very dangerous mission...have the men draw weapons.
(Later, the policemen are sketching weapons on easels)
Chief O'Reilly: Oh, yes, that's a cannon, isn't it? That's very good.
Grendel: I do wish Bananaman would learn to use the door instead of crashing through--
(Bananaman crashes through the wall)
Chief O'Reilly: Order, order!
Bananaman: I'll have a banana milkshake, please.
Chief O'Reilly: What, to eat here or take--oh, oh, oh, never mind the milkshake!
Villains: The Heavy Mob.