- Cyril: [about the Sneermobile] I want this thing to guzzle gas, belch smoke, and tear up the pavement, not necessarily in that order!
- Cyril: Wait til you see the lead we take in this lap, Mammoth! There'll be enough daylight between us and them to fill an Arctic Summer!
- Cyril: [to the Pigs] You porkers couldn't pour water out of a boot if the instructions were written on the heel!
- Cyril: [to one of the Pigs] Careful, you swine. Ruin this opportunity for me, and you'll all be invited to a big barbecue. Hah. As the main course!
- Cyril: Heh. Wait till you see the new Sneermobile, Mammoth. It'll give the word "blur" a new meaning. Heh, heh. I'm sure this approval won't take long.
- [Mammoth mumbles]
- Mr. Mammoth's Assistant: Mr. Mammoth says he hopes not.
- Mr. Mammoth's Assistant: Mr. Mammoth says "Congratulations, you've got the contract."
- Cyril: [gleefully rubbing his hands together] The contract! Of course! I got the contract! Ha-ha! Ha! Who's got a pen?
- Mr. Mammoth's Assistant: But first, Bert, Mr. Mammoth would like to test the car personally.
- Bert: Me? Me? Why-why-uh, of course, uh... What a beauty it is, sir! Why, she drives like a dream!