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Kenny: (At a scale-model replica of the Colliseum, about Enrique) He seems to want a real, old-fashioned battle. Max: I hope he's not planning to bring any lions with him. Ray: Or gladiators.

Max: Tell me this thing wasn't here yesterday, please! Ray: Okay, this thing wasn't here yesterday.

Kenny: Tyson! You've got to calm down. Ray: Yeah. You're starting to freak out, pal. Tyson: Hmph! I prefer the term "calm challenged."

(At Enrique's front gate) Kenny: The map says that this is his house. Ray: Did you say house? Max: Um, I wonder which room is his? Tyson: I'm sure he changes it everyday. Do we ring the doorbell? Maybe there's a separate doorbell for the doorbell?

Tyson: Huh? Yeah! Dizzi: What? What is it? Another pastry stand?

Max: How long... to Rome, sir? Dizzi: I hope it's soon. My hard drive is starting to smell like spoiled pork!

Kenny: We're not here to play around, remember? You've got to be in perfect shape when we make our challenge. Dizzi: (To Tyson) Yeah! That means no more Italian pastries for you. Max: You ate them all? Tyson: There were only three boxes.

Tyson: Ahh! This is the life. Globetrotting through Europe, expenses paid. Dizzi: Guess that explains why we're on the back of a pick-up truck.