Darkwing Duck

Steelbeak: Now, with your induction into F.O.W.L. servitude, you get your very own T-shirt, matching cap, and fleece-lined baseball jacket and a hand embroidered F.O.W.L. logo. But hold your pants and spit out your gum, because that's not all. You'll take up residence in F.O.W.L.'s very own time-share condo on the beaches of Maui with your delighful F.O.W.L. comrades. Grizzlikof: Enough. There is nothing you can be offering me that would make me join your gang of hoodlums. Steelbeak: Oh, yeah? Well, how's about the job of terminating Darkwing Duck? Grizzlikof: Now, chicken, you are talking turkey. Tell me more.

Steelbeak: Yeah, right. Like a bunch of costumed clones, a gimp-winged group, is gonna stop us.

Darkwing: Instincts are the best stincts.

(Smashes an Eggman with a clay pot) Darkwing: Ha! Another felon potted by Darkwing Duck!

Darkwing: Nothing like a side order of scrambled Eggmen.

Darkwing: He's the burro who kicks in the night. Darkwing Donkey. Here is the pup who barks when he bites. Darkwing Dog. She's the doe who leaps higher than kites. Darkwing Deer. Who's the bird who pecks at your plight? Darkwing Dodo.

Darkwing Squad: We are the team that fights in the night. We are the beaters that scramble your egg men. We are... (Get caught in net) Steelbeak: Really dumb.