Dennis: “I hope the Hipsters are doing all right with those ninja hedgehogs.”
James Bond (1986): “I’m sure there’s no need to worry about your little friends, Dennis. They can obviously take care of themselves.”
Mouse: “I’m not sure if you really believe that or if you just want a martini.”
James Bond (1986): “I’d love a martini. Thanks ever so much.”
Mouse: “If you think I’m offering to get you a martini then you clearly don’t understand the relationship between mice and humans.”
James Bond: “Stand back, my furry little friends. These creatures are dangerous!”
Ninja Hedgehog Commander: “So, Mr. Bond, you thought you could blow up our mealworm vats and not pay the price? Think again.”
Dennis: “I haven’t done anything to your mealworm vats. Lately. And why are you calling me Mr. Bond? The guy in the tuxedo is Mr. Bond. The guy who isn’t Chaplin, I mean.”
Ninja Hedgehog Commander: “Silence, hound! No one is talking to you.”
Chaplin: “Should we pounce on them, Charlee? I think we should pounce on them.”
Charlee: “Yes, we should definitely pounce on them.”
Mouse: “You two do realize the ninja hedgehogs are pointing a cannon at us, right?”
Mr. Nibbles: “It’s too bad Miss Trixie wasn’t born yet in 1986. Miss Trixie always knew how to handle ninja hedgehogs.”
Dennis: “Okay, let me make sure I’ve got this straight. You’re James Bond, you’ve never seen me before, and this is 1986.”
James Bond: “Correct on all counts.”
Mouse: “Of course he’s never seen you before, Dennis. You met him over thirty years in his future.”
Dennis: “Right, but why didn’t his future self say anything about having met me before? I mean, people usually remember me.”
James Bond: “Who’s a good puppy? Who’s a cute puppy? Who? Who?”
Dennis: “Me?”
James Bond: “That’s right! And who deserves a head pat and a chin skritch?”
Dennis: “Also me?”
James Bond: “That’s right!”
Mouse: “Sure sure, Dennis is awesome. Now can you explain who you are and why you insisted on leaving the flux capacitor burning while we retreated to this retro 80s arcade nook?”
Charlee: “Look at the moving things, Chaplin!”
Chaplin: “I’m looking, Charlee!”
Mr. Nibbles: “Whee! I’m Bullitt!”
Spicoli: “Dude, is it just me or does your gadget look an awful lot like a flux capacitor?”
Mouse: “It’s not just you. The flux capacitor sets up a small time oscillation inside the slot machine which allows me to control the output of its processor, thus allowing me to override the pseudo-random number generator and control the icons that it outputs.”
Spicoli: “Oh, okay. Wait, what?”
Mouse: “I’ll make it go back and forth in time so I can cheat at slots.”
Spicoli: “Oh, okay. Cool.”
Dennis: “Charlee! Chaplin! What are you doing in the mythical land of Hungary?”
Chaplin: “We’re here to bring you back home to California!”
Felix Leiter:”Those cats have some sharp-looking tuxedos.”
Spicoli: “Yo, dude, do you work here?”
Ambassador: “Yes, I do. That’s why I’m on this side of the counter. How can I help you today, ‘sir’?”
Spicoli: “We’re looking for our friend. He’s a red dog who accidentally got deported to Hungary.”
Ambassador: “I’m afraid I can’t give out any information about who may or may not be in the casino, ‘sir’.”
Mouse: “This is also an embassy, right? Can we speak to the ambassador about our friend?”
Ambassador: “You already are.”
