- Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in your pipes! I am the hairball that clogs your drains! I am the Original Mr. Fix-It! And you're in hot water, Licky!
- [Bud Flud is contaminating a vat of Coo-Coo Fizzy water]
- Bud Flud: Slop, slop, fizz, fizz.
- Darkwing Duck: [appearing on the same catwalk] I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the parking meter that expires while you shop. I am Darkwing Duck!
- Launchpad McQuack: [coming up] It's Bud Flud!
- Mascot #1: [singing] Bud, Bud, Bud, Buddy Flud
- Mascot #2: [singing] Bud, Bud, Bud, Buddy Flud
- [Flud throws his jug of poison at Launchpad]
- Darkwing Duck: That's right, Launchpad. Flud's been polluting the water of his competitors so that his alone will be the only drinkable drink that, uh... that can be drunk.
- Bud Flud: This is the ultimate form of advertising. Would you rather drink my pure mountain magic or a big fat monkey brain?
- Darkwing Duck: Hmm. Well, your mountain magic of course.
- [Darkwing walks closer to Flud, who walks backward]
- Darkwing Duck: But you're still going up the river, Mr. Taste...
- [Flud leans over the railing and realizes that he's in midair over the contaminated vat]
- Bud Flud: [falling into the vat] AAAHHH!
- [splash]
- Darkwing Duck: -test.
- Bud Flud: HELP ME! I'M MELTING!
- [Darkwing races down the catwalk and closer to the vat, where a broom is leaning against it]
- Darkwing Duck: Don't be such a baby, Flud!
- [sticks the broom into the water]
- Darkwing Duck: It's only...
- [the broom melts some]
- Darkwing Duck: -water.
- Launchpad McQuack: Where'd he go?
- Darkwing Duck: [nervously] All the better, heh. Cases are so much easier when the bad guy offs himself like that.
- [the Liquidators minions attempt to capture Gosalyn]
- Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard: [fighting the minions off] Get away from me, you silly little drips!
- The Liquidator: Take her back to the factory. I could use another enterprising individual in my organization.
- Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard: Fat chance, Mr. Water Head!
- Darkwing Duck: Yeah, fat chance, Mr. Water Head!
- [Darkwing pours cement on the Liquidator]
- The Liquidator: Concrete, schmoncrete. The Liquidator continues going mile after mile.
- [the cement cracks from hardening]
- The Liquidator: Of course, milage... may... vary.
- [the cement hardens him into a statue]
- Darkwing Duck: [knocking on the statue] This could be a little harder than you thought.
- [the minions surrounding Gosalyn dissolve into a puddle]
- Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard: Try to kidnap me, will ya?
- [stomps on the puddle]
- Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard: Eat sneaker!
- [the Liquidator laughs evilly as he descends up a pipe]
- Darkwing Duck: Follow that pipe!
- Mascot #1: [singing] Follow that pipe
- Mascot #2: [singing] Follow that pipe
- Darkwing Duck: [to mascots] Go on, go on. Get out. Get out.
- Darkwing Duck: [referring to a glass of water] Spot me a cold one, Gos?
- Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard: [smugly] Uh-uh. $2.00 please.
- [the Liquidator slowly emerges from the glass she's holding, catching her off-guard]
- The Liquidator: [impressed] Ah, $2.00. A girl after my own heart.
- [He snaps his fingers and forms some minions]
- The Liquidator: But watch how a seasoned pro operates.
- The Liquidator: [counting his money in a bathtub] My mineral water is selling like hot cakes.
- Darkwing Duck: [as blue smoke emerges] I am the terror that flaps in the night!
- The Liquidator: Oh, no.
- Darkwing Duck: [appearing in a green tank top] I am the soap scum that lines your bathtub! I am...
- The Liquidator: [bursts into laughter] Ooh! Oh, I love your new summer costume.
- [laughs some more]
- Darkwing Duck: [annoyed] Oh, well thank you, Mr. Duckwell. So now we're fashion experts, are we?
- The Liquidator: [calming down] I'm sorry. It's just... you remind me of my cousin Morty in that getup.
- [pulls out a photo]
- The Liquidator: None of the girls would ever talk to him.
- Darkwing Duck: Aha! But Morty probably wasn't very handy with...
- [pulls one out]
- Darkwing Duck: a common cleaning sponge!
- [the Liquidator gasps while his eyes change into water bottles]
- The Liquidator: Away goes Licky, down the drain.
- [He pulls the bathtub cord and retreats into the drain]