- Wallace: [upon falling through the trap door into the techno-trousers, instead of his normal trousers] It's the wrong trousers! The wrong trousers!
- Wallace: I think you'll find this present a valuable addition to our modern lifestyle. They're techno-trousers. Ex-NASA. Fantastic for walkies!
- Wallace: [about his invention that slid him out of bed and onto a chair in the room below via a trap door] Well, that went as well as could be expected, didn't it, hmm? Though I might have to make a small adjustment to the drop, a touch painful on re-entry.
- [Wallace has fallen into the techno-trousers and, thanks to Feathers McGraw controlling them, sent Wallace rampaging about town before returning him home to bed, tired]
- Wallace: A good doze, that's what I need. Get me strength back. What a... What a shocking calam... calam... calamity...
- [falls asleep, snoring]
- Wallace: [being marched down the side of a building in the techno-trousers, controlled by Feathers] That's quite enough! You'll be hearing from my solicitor about this! Ooh! Oh! Mind how you go! You can't go taking liberties like this! I'm a respectable citizen!
- Wallace: Well, Gromit, let's see what's on the 9.05, shall we?
- [in comes a model train on the track that goes through the room]
- Wallace: [Feathers moves him, in the techno-trousers, into a wardrobe] This wardrobe's nearly new, you know!
- [Feathers has locked Wallace and Gromit in a wardrobe]
- Wallace: Well, this is a fine how do you do, isn't it, Gromit?
- [Feathers has locked Wallace and Gromit in a wardrobe. Gromit hotwires the techo-trousers' wiring and they start marching on the spot, the wardrobe shakes]
- Wallace: My goodness, it'll ruin the woodwork!
- [the wardrobe is wrenched clear of its bottom and they start moving across the room]
- Wallace: Oh! There goes me knotty pine!
- [It's Gromit's birthday]
- Wallace: [lying in bed, jabbing the breakfast buzzer] It's my turn for breakfast this morning, Gromit.
- Wallace: [ineffectually trying to get his new lodger, the penguin, not to stay in Gromit's room] Look... there's something I've got to tell you. It's, erm... no pets. Does that suit you?
- Wallace: [as Gromit frantically lays down pieces of track in front of the model train they're riding on at speed through the house] Mind the table, Gromit!
- [they weave between the table legs as they pass underneath it]
- Wallace: [waking up to find himself in the techno-trousers, hanging upside down from the ceiling in a museum with the alarms ringing] What's the game, then?