- Danger Mouse: [about the monstrous enzyme] It likes everything to be right, white? Eh no, white, right?
- Penfold: Eeeh, yes?
- Danger Mouse: So, I'll lead it to where everything's white, right?
- Penfold: You don't mean the laundromat in the Highstreet?
- Danger Mouse: Absolutely correct, Penfold. I don't mean the laundromat in the highstreet.
- Danger Mouse: [after crashlanding the Mark 3 at the North Pole, flattening it in the process] I hope you're impressed.
- Penfold: I'm really more sort of trouser-pressed, chief.
- Danger Mouse: Well done. You might get promoted to hero second class for this.
- Penfold: Oh 'eck, and I've just paid me subs to the Cowards Congress.
- Penfold: My tie! It's gone white. Ruined it. Ruined it! That was my MCC tie as well.
- Danger Mouse: Oh what, you're Marylebone Cricket Club?
- Penfold: No, Member of a Cowards Congress.
- Danger Mouse: But you never go to their meetings.
- Penfold: Well, I'm scared of all those people.
- Danger Mouse: Oh, I see.
- Penfold: [Penfold is hiding under his seat in the Mark 3] Any sign of the baron, chief?
- Danger Mouse: Doesn't seem to be, Penfold.
- Penfold: Ah, right.
- [pops up]
- Penfold: Right Greenback, you miserable coward!
- [rolls eyes]
- Penfold: Oh what a pitty. Where is Baron Greenback and his henchman Stiletto?
- Stiletto: [thinly disguised with a fake red beard] I don't-a know, Senor. I am-a just-a the caretaker.
- Danger Mouse: Curses. Slipped through our paws.
- Penfold: Oh blow. No courageous struggles. Well, I'll get back to a bit of embroidery then.