Hy Spy: Turn about is foul play.
Secret: Alright, Hy Spy. My flamethrower gun will really burn ya up. Let's see you get out of this one.
Hy Spy: I am doing asbestos I can. (wearing an asbestos suit) You get it? Asbestos I can?
Secret: Poke punster. Oh boy, what a low down weapon.
Hy Spy: I see you have a good head for gripping problems.
Secret: Oh oh, the old squeeze play.
Double Q: Now where is that Secreet Squirrel? He promised to pop in right away.
Secret: (his hand pops out of the transmitter and taps the chief on the shoulder) Oh Chief...
Double Q: Yikes! (jumps and smashes his head through the ceiling) Must you sneak up on me like that!
Secret: Oh, sorry Chief.
Secret: Come on, Morocco. Prepare for re-entry.
Morocco: Right, Secret. I've closed my eyes.
Morocco: What are we doing in orbit, Secret?
Secret: Keeping an eye on the wold, Morocco. If anyone tries to swipe it, we'll catch them red handed.