Wiley: And what a big nose you have.
Secret: That ain't no acorn on your face either!
Wiley: Good greif! Are you Grandma?
Secret: (in disguise) Yes, child.
Wiley: Yuck. This old crow is even homlier than her granddaughter.
Wiley: Tsk, tsk, tsk. I can't get over it. Are you ugly. There sure not making Little Red Riding Hoods like they used to.
Wiley: I'm not above snitching a snack. Gimmie that basket!
Morocco: But there's only a pizza in it!
Wiley: Pizza, huh? Well that's better than a poke in the nose.
(a boxing glove on a mechanical arm pops out of the basket)
Morocco: Strange you should mention it.
(it punches Wiley Wolf)
Morocco: He sure put one over on us, didn't he?
Secret: Ah, shuddap!
Wiley: Who are you guys? A couple of comedians?
Secret: I'm Secret Squirrel and you're under arrest. Now drop that tire.
Wiley: If you insist. Why not?
(he drops the tire on Secret and Morocco)
Secret: Alright Wily Wolf, you're all through.
Wiley: Are you kidding? I just started.
Wiley: Outta my way, road hog! Boy, it's getting tough to run a respectable smuggling business with so many Sunday drivers on the road.
Morocco: Giving top secret orders over TV isn't too bright.
Secret: You're right, Morocco. I'd better turn up the brightness. (he adjusts the brightness and the little TV explodes) Needs a little adjustment. Yeah, that's all.