When Clutch falls in the hole that the tree came from, his hair disappears and reappears in different places on his head.
Gregor: But Calla, you know I don't believe in Gummi Bears.
Gruffi: (hiding in the tree) You know Kingie, sometimes we are pretty unbelievable at that. (laughs)
Gruffi: That's right Trollie, out of ammo. You're heading back to Dunwyn's iron hotel.
(Zummi throws a shield and knocks the weapon that Clutch is holding and Clutch runs away)
Gruffi: Nice spell, Zummi.
Zummi: Oh, thanks. (laughs) Something I picked up from Grammi.
Troll: That's our exit cue, Tuck.
Tummi: Not so fast, greenie.
Troll: Wow! Look at the pretty gold and it's all ours.
Clutch: Correction. It's all mine. Get over there with the bears. You stay, the gold goes.
Troll: Why you rotten slimy double crosser!
Clutch: Ain't it the truth.
Guard: Hey! Anybody there?
Guard: Oh, o.k....Hey!
Clutch: (points to Tummi and Zummi) Take the fat one and the old one.
Tummi: Who are you calling old?
Clutch: No! The apple tree! Our gold! What happened?
Clutch: Gophers don't leave cart tracks.
Gruffi: Trolls in Gummi Glen? What do you want you smelly green trouble makers?
Troll: Hey! I resemble that remark!
Gruffi: (riding in the cart admiring the statue Calla gave him) An award of merit. That has a nice ring to it.
Grammi: If he doesn't start pushing, I'll give him an award of merit.
Tummi: (they see lights from the castle searching around for something) Oh oh. Did someone leave the moat running?
Toadie: (Igthorn is under the spell of the music) O.k. Dukie, time for fungus licking.
Igthorn: Well, this is better than I expected. I got Gummi Bears.
Gruffi: (yelling) I said...You...Can't...Hear...A...Thing!
Grammi: Oh, quit flapping your yap Gruffi. Don't you know I can't hear?
Gruffi: Why didn't she lose her voice instead?
Igthorn: It works! The music works!
Toadie: Not only that, but it's got a good beat and it's easy to dance to.
Igthorn: The bagpipe's spell only works on intelligent creatures. That leaves you (Toadie) out.
Igthorn: If I hear that music, I'll be more of a mindless idiot than you!
Igthorn: Hurry, you dilly dallying nitwit! Bring that crate in here now!
Toadie: Box too heavy for poor underfed Toadie, your Dukatude.
Igthorn: Then put it down.
(Toadie drops the crate on himself)
Toadie: Toadie hurt himself real bad.
Grammi: Who says you can't teach an old bear new tricks?