- Felix: [talking to Valiant about being in the RHPS] If it weren't for my wooden drumstick and this shrappnel in my poopdeck, I'd be out there right now!
- Charles De Girl: [to Valiant, Bugsy, Lofty, Toughwood, and Tailfeather] I won't lie to you - you will definitely be eaten by falcons.
- Bugsy: How did you find us?
- Charles De Girl: Well, the was the plane and the explosion. And the screaming, and the pleading. More screaming. The begging, the crying, the whining, whinging, yelling, boohooing...
- Valiant: Yes, um, enough about that.
- Bugsy: Definitely, yes.
- Cufflingk: [preparing to torture Mercury] You want us to pluck out his feathers?
- Underlingk: And... heh... CLIP his wings?
- Cufflingk: HURT... his feelings?
- [both chuckle]
- Von Talon: No, no, no, no! Worse. MUCH worse.
- [raises cage]
- Von Talon: We have ways of making you squawk.
- [yodeling music begins]
- Mercury: Argh! What kind of birds are you?