Donatello: We were awesome.
Michaelangelo: Yes, Dudes and Dudettes, major-league butt-kicking is back in town.
Donatello: You're a claustrophobic.
Casey Jones: You want a fist in the mouth? I've never even looked at another guy before.
Splinter: I am proud of you, my sons. Tonight you have learned the final and greatest truth of the Ninja: that ultimate mastering comes not from the body, but from the mind. Together, there is nothing your four minds cannot accomplish. Help each other, draw upon one another, and always remember the power that binds you. The same is what brought me here tonight, that which I gladly return with my final words: I love you all, my sons.
Donatello: Good thing these guys aren't lumberjacks.
Michaelangelo: No joke. The only thing safe in the woods... would be the trees.
Chief Sterns: We are presently executing a plan of redeployment that will minimize response time while maximizing coordination between patrol units and a decentralized networking scheme.
April O'Neil: I'm not sure I understood all of that, Chief Sterns. Would you mind repeating it, in English, perhaps?
April O'Neil: And then there's Casey Jones, a nine-year-old trapped in a man's body. He might be cute except for that pigheadedness.