- Yuri Hyuga: But thanks to that voice, I'm changing from your ordinary bad-boy type into a real psycho.
- Yuri Hyuga: I save that girl and don't get so much as a SMILE. C'mon, aren't they supposed to get all dewy-eyed, "Ooh, Mr. Yuri! Thank you ever so much! SMOOCH!"... Ain't that how it's s'posed to go?... Oh man, now I'm all depressed.
- Red-eyed Child: If we're gonna get eaten no matter what, I at least wanna taste the girl! Lemme have the girl!
- Yuri Hyuga: Hah! Tough luck, kids! If anyone's going to eat her, it's me!
- Yellow-eyed Child: Ooh, you're so bad!
- Margarete G. Zelle: Hah! I can see the look on that idiot Kawashima's face now... Not that I know what she looks like.
- Yuri Hyuga: ...Ugh. H-hey now... What's with the big boom alla sudden...
- [looks up to see Margarete standing over his head, who's wearing a skirt]
- Yuri Hyuga: Whoa! Lady, I can see your...
- Margarete G. Zelle: Good, you're alive. Thank God the bomb I designed to SAVE people didn't end up killing them! Anyway, I hope you got a good look, sonny boy. Just think of it as my apology.
- Margarete G. Zelle: Right on schedule! The bomb I set in the train depot just went off.
- Yuri Hyuga: Damn, Margarete, how many firecrackers do you have up there?
- Margarete G. Zelle: Look here, Missy! This is no time for casual discourse on somniloquy! We're going to crash! CRASH, I tell you!
- Margarete G. Zelle: Are you all right? You scraped your knee! Let me have a look at that.
- Joshua: Yeowch! I'm okay, ma'am. That hurts! Ma'am!
- Margarete G. Zelle: You mean "miss", don't you?
- Joshua: O-okay, m, miss!
- Alice Elliot: What a horrible way to treat a child. Say there, where's your home, little boy?
- Joshua: My home?
- [runs onto the street and points]
- Joshua: That way!
- Margarete G. Zelle: Do you want us to take you there, little boy?
- Joshua: Really? Thank you, miss ma'am.
- Margarete G. Zelle: I don't appreciate that phrase...
- Yuri Hyuga: Ha ha! Now that's a brave lad there.
- Joshua: Thanks for everything sir, miss... and er, miss ma'am.
- Margarete G. Zelle: Oh think nothing of it! Well, I'm so glad it all worked out. Anyway... Next time you call me "miss ma'am"... I will kill you. Bye bye now!