Darkwing Duck

Darkwing: (Wakes up from a strange dream) Oh, that was a big help. (Being sarcastic)It's all clear now. About as clear as a tax form.

Darkwing: I'm positive that Bushroot is behind it all! Gosalyn: Oh, what? Darkwing: His plan to take over the...Scheme and the bad stuff. Whatever! I just need a few more clues to sort it out. Launchpad: The log thinks Bushroot is innocent. Darkwing: Well, of course it does. It's a plant! Sort of. Oh, great. Now he has me debating with kindling.

Gosalyn: What happened Honk? Honker: They...They (Honker's parents) all disappeared. Drake: One can only hope.

Drake: Well, that's quite a fashion statement for you two. (Launchpad and Gosalyn are wearing pyramid hats) Who's your designer, King Tut?

Launchpad: Say, did you know some police departments use psychic powers to solve crimes? Darkwing: Just what kind of tripe are you reading? (Grabs Launchpad's book) Launchpad: It's the latest in the Incredibly Large and Weird Books for Your Coffee Table collection. Darkwing: Ugh! Launchpad, there is no easy way to solve a crime. Just logic, deduction, and a thorough compiling of clues. Yep, yep. That's how I locked Bushroot away in the first place. Launchpad: Gee, I thought it was because he tried hiding in the back of a police car. Darkwing: Guh...Just land the plane.

Darkwing: (The Thunderquack goes into a spin) Launchpad! (Looks over at Launchpad reading a book and flying the plane with his feet) Would you mind paying a bit more attention to your flying? I'd like to meet with the warden while I'm still among the living.

Bushroot: Corn stalks, lend me your ears!

Gosalyn: (On the alien repellent) Keen gear, Honk! What is that, weedkiller? Honker: Nope, Salad dressing.

Launchpad: The cows are not what they seeeem... Gosalyn: Weird. Honker: even for Launchpad!

Launchpad: I think something strange is going on around here. Darkwing: No, strange is finding out your wife is an Elvis impersonator from the Bermuda Triangle. This is downright bizarre!

Drake: Honker, weirdness is all relative, and your relatives ARE Muddlefoots...no offense.

Alien Cow: We come from the planet Larson on the Far Side of the galaxy.