Pixie: Quick trip, wasn't it?
Jinks: (the bowling ball makes a hole in him) Well what do ya know, I'm air conditioned.
Jinks: We will crash the Bullet barrier with a bowling ball!
Dixie: Any more bright ideas, bright eyes?
Jinks: You'll get back in this way. It's sure fire.
Pixie: So fire away already.
Jinks: We pulled a boo boo, fellas. We forgot about the electric eye.
Dixie: Now he tells us.
Dixie: Poor Jinksie, they slipped him a pink slip.