Mr. Nibbles: “You look like you have a question, friend Hipsters.”
Chaplin: “We don’t understand why we’re having a party for Dennis but he isn’t here for it.”
Spicoli: “Oh, little dudes, this isn’t a party. It’s a memorial service. And that’s how memorial services work. You know, just like the ones for Trouble and Tucker and Trixie.”
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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.”
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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.”
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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.”
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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!”
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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.”
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James Bond: “Baccarat. Yes, I can tell you about baccarat. But first you must tell me something.”
Dennis: “Ummm okay, let’s see. Well, I licked all the bacon in the buffet.”
James Bond: “That’s not the sort of information I meant. But thank you for telling me.”
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hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog wel as i reveeld yesturday i hav reesently bekum a sooperhero howevr on akkownt of my secret identity as dennis the vizsla dog (shhhhh dont tell ennywun!!!!) i stil hav to spend a lot of time hanging arownd the howse wayting for mama and dada now then as part of my noo career as a crimefiter i hav set up ser … servayl … spy kamras arownd the howse to monitor enny evildoors hoo may try to infiltrayt my hedkwarters heer is a sampul viddyo of ten minnits in the life of a sooperhero:
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