- Destro: You're late. Again you fail me! However, I am in a generous mood today. I shall spare your life, but your incompetence has cost you the gold I promised. Take him away!
- Xamot: You have a priority report?
- Tomax: What is it?
- Biker: We got trouble! Stage three harassment of R-R-One-Oh-Four aborted due to interference from two men in civilian clothes who counterattacked with G. I. Joe battle cry.
- Xamot: Are they on to us?
- Biker: Hard to say.
- Xamot: R-R-One-Oh-Four is the last drive-in...
- Tomax: ...we need to buy back.
- Tomax, Xamot: We'll handle it.
- Cobra Commander: And Cobra has one hundred fifty missiles in place, targeted on the capitals of every major nation on Earth. Each of these missiles carries one of Cobra's new photon disintegrators. We shall now demonstrate the destructive power of this weapon on this exact replica of this city. Watch closely. This will be your fate if Cobra's demands are not met. This: no rubble, no untidy after-effects. Nothing remains... but memories. To avert this tragedy, you need only surrender control of your nation to Cobra. You have 'til dawn to decide. Sleep on it.
- [last lines]
- Flint: You didn't have to go to all this trouble, Caleb.
- Recondo: But, if you had to thank us, feedin' our faces is a great way. Come on, dish me up!
- Roadblock: My ribs are the greatest, and that's a fact. Joe beat Cobra, and that's where it's at. So, when you want relief from your worries and your woes, you can come on down and eat at Joe's.
- [Joes shout "Yo Joe!" in unison]
- Roadblock: This snickerin' ape here's Recondo, the Joes' Jungle Trooper. He can find an eyelash you lost in the woods two years ago.
- Recondo: Howdy.
- Caleb Bronson: We lost our shirts. Can he find those?