Multi Man: (inflateing a deflated Professor Stretch) Don't worry Profeesor. Well soon have ya full of hot air again.
Fluid Man: Yeah, then we'll send ya up for a nice long prison stretch, Professor.
Coil Man: It's the end of the road, Professor. Get the point.
(he pops the Professor who is disguised as a tire)
Professor Stretch: Oh, my aching sidewalls.
Multi Man: You take the high road and I'll take the low road and I'll be a'waitin' to meet ya.
Professor Stretch: You Impossibles are impossible.
Coil Man: Hold it, Professor! You're overdue for a spring cleaning.
Fluid Man: Sorry to throw cold water on your plans, Professor, but I'm comin' in.
Fluid Man: I'll put a damper on his evil enthusiasm.
Coil Man: Gallopin' guitars! A rubber door!
Coil Man: Troublin' trampolines! A rubber roof!
Coil Man: There goes that strectchy wretch into that house.
Professor Stretch: A clean getaway. That's the way the old ball bounces.
Big D: (to The Impossibles) Follow the bouncing ball, boys.