Lou:
I'm on to you, kitty, and you're in big trouble!
Russian Blue:
I think not, baby puppy. It is you who is in trouble!
Mr. Tinkles:
I want you to stay here.
Calico:
Why?
Mr. Tinkles:
Because I hate you.
Butch:
Son of my mom!
Mr. Tinkles:
Evil does not wear a bonnet!
Mr. Tinkles:
Stand still, I need to crush you.
Mr. Tinkles:
Hello, Mr. Sinister Serum...
Mr. Tinkles:
With the dogs out of the way, cats will overthrow the humans and you will recieve your just reward: sixteen pounds of Monterey Jack and the continent of Australia.
[
mice cheer]
Prof. Dad Brody:
Bad talking cat!
Scotty:
Loser.
Lou:
Cat person.
Mr. Tinkles:
That is all... cats rule.
Lou:
I think that if I'm going 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:
Alright then, "Doom Machine" it is!
Butch:
Hey! You can call yourself Squicky the Spacedog for all I care, but that doesn't make you behind a rocket pack
Lou:
I changed my mind... call me the Claw of Ling Chou!
Lou:
I've never met a stray.
Ivy:
Actually, I prefer "domestically challenged".
Prof. Dad Brody:
Our team is red hot, your team ain't doodley squat!
Mr. Tinkles:
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. I want them eliminated!
Calico:
But they did manage to bug the phone. I think we should just concentrate on the glasses half full.
[
Mr. Tinkles growls and throws the roll at Calico]
Calico:
Ow! That's what I want to do.
Mr. Tinkles:
Oh, putting a happy face on. What an interesting philosophy. At what point did you forget WE'RE TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD?
Russian Blue:
This Tinkles, he is jerk. He talk too much and shed all over.
Russian Blue:
What do they know? I work hard, bring home the Meow Mix...
[
Lou and the Russian cat are rolling on the floor fighting]
Lou:
Get off me, you furball!
Russian Blue:
You fight like a poodle.
Mrs. Mom Brody:
I have a bat.
Prof. Dad Brody:
I have a mitt, and I'm not afraid to use it.
[
Whilst driving like an imbecile]
Calico:
[
shouting] Get out of the road you lunatic!
Prof. Dad Brody:
Who do you think kidnapped us, Uraguay or Chad?
Mr. Tinkles:
Like a powerful, dark storm, I will make my presence known to the world. Like a seeping mist, I will creep into the dogs' center of power, and make them quake in fear at the very mention of my name!
Sophie the Maid:
[
Opens the doors and enters] Oh, Mr. Tinkles?
Sophie the Maid:
[
sniffing Tinkles] Ah, you're a stinky kitty. First you have to have a bath.
Lou:
Well, Miss Challenged, I'm sorry, but I think you gotta leave. My orders are clear. I -...
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog:
Orders?
Lou:
That's right. I'm a secret agent.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog:
An agent? Why, you're a little small for an agent. Shouldn't you be busy having fun?
Lou:
I don't have time for fun.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog:
Ew! tough guy.
[
Sophie the Maid has made a matching outfit to hers, for Tinkles, and she is pointing it out to him]
Sophie the Maid:
Mr. Tinkles? Guess what I made for you. Now you can look just like me.
Mr. Tinkles:
[
finally speaking] No, I think not, Sophie. Those days are through. What's the matter Large Marge? Cat got your tongue? Boo!
[
Sophie gasps]
Mr. Tinkles:
Oh my, a talking cat? Scary, isn't it?
[
Sophie faints]
Mr. Tinkles:
Lock her in the closet, we must remain on scheduele. OUR DAY HAS COME!
Mr. Tinkles:
Dark Cloud? Is that what I'm calling my plan?
Sam:
Doom Machine! Your still alive!
Peek:
Yep, all five limbs. Sam, you owe me five pig ears, Hickory Smoked!
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 two: we help them. We work for them. We tolerate that stupid poochy-poochy baby talk crap. And for what? So that when they go off to college, they can dump you off with some old lady who can't throw a ball without so much as breaking her hip!
Lou:
Is that it, then? You're gonna blame my family for what some boy did to you?
Butch:
Look, kid, I'm sorry it played out like this, but it's over. We're shut down.
Russian Blue:
[
when being interrogated by the dogs] I will tell you nothing! I may look cute and cuddly, but inside... GRANITE!
Cat with Gas Mask:
[
breaths like Darth Vader] Cats rule! Cats Rule! Yeyeyeyeah! Mamamamaaaaaaa! We kick butt!
The Mastiff:
It appears that once again we find ourselves threatened by the great Cat Menace.
The Mastiff:
Failure is not an option.
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