T.N. Crumpetts: I say, Peter, would you care for another spot of tea?
Peter: No thanks, I have several spots allready.
T.N. Crumpetts: Eh, Carruthers, spray away...
[Carruthers begins spraying a scent into the air]
Micky: What's that?
T.N. Crumpetts: It's for atmosphere. Genuine London Mist spray. Also comes in roll-on, of course.
Davy: [fake Liverpudlian accent] Smells like Liverpool to me.
Mike: Now hold it, hold it, before this scene goes any further, man, what is this gun thing?
Wolfgang: Well now just a minute, we've got to have the gun. After all it's a prop.
Mike: That's horrible!
Peter: Put that away!
Mike: It's bad enough that you're with a uniform and all!
Peter: But guns on television and everything, it's bad enough we have a tuning fork!
Baron Von Klutz: [thick German accent] So Crumpetts, I see you are having some trouble with your car.
T.N. Crumpetts: I see you are having some trouble with your accent.
Baron Von Klutz: I suppose you are wondering why we brought you here.
Micky: Eh, lets see. How about, you're gonna award me the Blue Max?
Baron Von Klutz: Tell him to shut up.
Wolfgang: Shut up!
T.N. Crumpetts: I tell you, Baron, this boy's not a mechanic.
Baron Von Klutz: Now, that's enough out of you, Gabby.
T.N. Crumpetts: Well, I haven't said anything else?
Baron Von Klutz: What do you think this is, open end? Gag him.
Wolfgang: Hold it, und schtop. Nobody is allowed in here unles they are authorized Klutzmobile personel. You understand?
Mike: Oh, yes.
Wolfgang: To be in here, you have got to be... a Klutz.
Peter: [to Wolfgang] You know, your pitch is lousy, but you have a pretty good voice. If we don't find Micky, would you like to join our group?
Wolfgang: [counting down] Ten, nine...
Micky: No, no, wait, don't... ten, eh, after ten comes eleven.
Wolfgang: Nein, nein, nein, nein.
Micky: Not nine nine, that's ninetynine. Ten, eleven...
Wolfgang: Alright, alright, ten, eleven, four, three, two...