Boris: Won't be long, Natasha. We'll be at Mt. Flatten.
(Boris rides pass Rocky and Bullwinkle)
Natasha: You sure moose and squirrel won't show up unexpectedly.
Boris: I absotively posilute. By now, they've been blown into itsy little bits. They're goners, capoot, all finished.
Natasha: Then who was that we just passed?
Boris: G-G-Ghosts! Must have been ghosts!