When Heathcliff is leaning on the fire hydrant, it's in the middle of the road.
Heathcliff: The legend continues, Heathcliff always gets his mouse.
Heathcliff: I always say if you can't beat 'em, feed 'em.
Heathcliff: I've had egg on my face for the last time!
Heathcliff: And you wonder why a cat needs nine lives?
Heathcliff: Now to put that renegade rodent on ice.
Heathcliff: Lucky for me, mouses are incredibly dense creatures.
Heathcliff: I come from a litter of geniuses, so I'm imminently qualified to build a better mousetrap.
Heathcliff: (Heathcliff springs out of the cash register) I'll cash in on this reward, yet.
Heathcliff: Excuse me, big mouse, you can save yourself a lot of trouble if you come along peacefully (the mouse wraps his tail around Heathcliff and throws him out of the store) Oh, definitely the strong silent type.
Heathcliff: But where to find a giant mouse? (hears a scream) Aha, my first clue.
Heathcliff: (reading paper) "Warning. This mouse is six feet tall." At last, an advisary of my stature.
Heathcliff: (pulls out boot from trash can) Not exactly fillet of sole.