[sees Lou reaching for a big red button; stops him] Heel! That's the big button! You don't just press the big button!
How could this have happened?! [Monitor: It was an accident. He slipped through.] You promised me a professional! And what do I get?! A puppy! I mean, he's still got his you-know-whats, for crying out loud! [Monitor: There's no time, Butch. The puppy stays. End of discussion. Out.]
I'm sure you're all asking, "How can we possibly spread the allergy to the world?" So if you open your world domination pamphlets to page 3, I will show you. [mice and cats get their pamphlets, and turn to page 3.][Mr. Tinkles clears his throat.] You are to enter into the sewers and with the maps in appendix B, you'll cross the nation. Half of you invade homes infecting every human in sight, while the other half...[pausing for second] Uh, turn the page. [the mice and other cats do so as Tinkles continues] ...will stow away on planes, boats, trains, submarines and dirigibles that lead to every corner of the world. And with dogs out of the way, cats will overthrow the humans and you'll be given your much-deserved reward: 16 pounds of Monterrey Jack and the continent of Australia!
[Pretending to be Mr. Mason] Attention. [Loud interference from the microphone]OW! Attention, human workers. This is your employer, Mr. Mason. Effective immediately, you are all fired. That's right, fired! Go home now. Do not ask why. You have no one to blame but yourselves. Unless you have a dog. Then you can blame him. In fact, you know what? Kick him, when you get home. That is all. [closes the blinds as he laughs, and opens them again briefly.] Cats rule! [closes the blinds again] And now for the next phase of my brilliant plan!
Hello, my puny-minded dog-faced opponents. I'm sure you're wondering to yourselves who it is that will defeat you. Who it is that possesses the intellect to win at this chess game of wits and might. It is I! [evilly laughs] Meow-meow! Recognize these humans? [showing the dogs the Brodys, all bound and blindfolded] If you ever want to see them alive again, you are to bring the formula and all notes regarding Professor Brody's research to the 9th Street pier at midnight. If you refuse, well, they...will be put to sleep![Lou whimpers in shock.] Hold the camera still, idiot! You have until midnight to comply!
Evil does not wear a bonnet!
The puppy won't survive the night. Send in the ninjas.
[Repeated line, last said when he is living with Sophie and her sisters, being made to try on numerous colorful costumes and outfits] This can't be happening.
[to the mice] You have nothing to fear but mousetraps! And, well, me.
Lou: I was just thinking - if I'm gonna to be a secret agent, I should have a better name. I was thinking, "Toto Annihilation".
Peek: Nah, he's a pro-wrestler. Sorry, that name's taken.
Lou: All right, then. "Doom Machine" it is!
Butch: Hey! You can call yourself "Squicky the Space-Dog" for all I care, but that don't make your behind a rocket pack!
Ninja Cat Leader: On my mark! Three! Two! One!
Ninja Cat Team and Leader: BANZAI!
[The Ninjas drop from the planes and deploy their parachutes after several seconds of freefall]
Mr. Tinkles: [Examining a roll as he speaks] The ninjas failed, and failure is unacceptable! If they ever show their faces again, you know what to do.
Calico: Yes. Tell them to wash with a loofah sponge. Kidding! Hello? Joke!
Mr. Tinkles: This can't be happening. [Slams the roll on the end table] I want them eliminated!
Calico: But they did manage to bug the phone. I think we should just think of the glass as, half full.
[Mr. Tinkles growls and throws the roll at Calico]
Calico: Ow! Th-that's what I like to do.
Mr. Tinkles: Oh, putting a happy face on. What an interesting philosophy. At what point did you forget that WE'RE TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD?!
Mr. Tinkles: [Annoyed] Were you not paying attention?
Calico: Not really. Are you mad?
Mr. Tinkles: YES! I AM MAD!
Mr. Tinkles: I want you to stay here.
Mr. Tinkles: Because I hate you. [Closes the door, leaving Calico locked inside]
Calico: [Begins pawing desperately at the door] NO! NO! NOOO! HELP! NO! LET ME OUT!
Sam: Sir, request permission to pant heavily, sir!
Lou: Hey, you stupid cat!
Peek: That'll get his attention.
Peek: Cut the red wire.
Butch: Wait a minute. We're dogs. We're color blind!
Lou: Cat person.
Lou: You should've fought for me! For my family!
Butch: Why? What good would it do?
Lou: What about "Man's Best Friend"? History 101, remember?
Butch: Okay, well, here's lesson number 2: We protect them. We work for them. We tolerate their stupid "boochy-boochy" baby-talk crap. AND FOR WHAT?! When they go off to college, they dump you with some old lady who can't throw a ball without so much as BREAKING HER HIP! [He starts walking away]
Lou: Is that what happend to you? [Butch stops] You gonna blame my family for what some boy did to you?
Butch: [Looks at Lou, shocked. Then walks to the fence-door] Look, kid... I'm sorry it played out like this... but it's over. We're shut down. [Fence-door closes.]