(Darkwing enters the hideout all roughed up after crashing the Thunderquack)
Gosalyn: Dad! Are you okay?
Darkwing: Well, aside from sustaining massive internal injuries in a plane crash, and being chased by the army, the navy, and a troop of Girl Scouts with pinking shears, yeah, I'm...Uh...Just peachy.
Launchpad: Whew! We thought you mighta been hurt.
Darkwing: (Laughs) Hurt? Me? Ha! (Passes out)