Narrator: For deep in the hold of Maybe Dick, the defeated Boris Baden...uh, Horeshal Hornswoggle is preparing...
Boris: Defeated? Who's defeated?
Natasha: We are, dahlink. You and me and Rollo here.
Rollo: Snort, snort.
Boris: Nonsense. Just a little setback is all.
Natasha: Boris, if we were set back any further, we'd be out of story all together.
(The bomb Boris dropped doesn't explode despite the fuse running out)
Bullwinkle: Hey, it didn't go off.
Rocky: Must be something wrong with the bomb.
Bullwinkle: Sure is. Look, there's three holes in it.
Rocky: Three holes? Hey, I'm beginning to smell a rat!
Boris: You called?
Natasha: Well, old mastermind, what you got to say for yourself now?
Boris: Only one thing to say, Natasha.
Natasha: And that is?
Boris: Sharrup you mouth!