Liberty: I'm an honorary member at the moment, but my authorities must still be respected.
Ryder: That's enough dog slobber.
Rubble: I can't help it. I'm a bull dog. My tongue is too big.
Liberty: Hey, buddy! I'm gonna bust you out of here.
Delores: Puh-lease. This scrawny little purse pup is gonna pull off a jailbreak?
Liberty: You talk a lot of trash for a dog that looks like a toilet brush.
Delores: Hmph.
Mayor Humdinger: I won the election fair and square! Well, maybe not fair, but who's keeping track?
Skye: How can we afford this place?
Ryder: Officially-licensed PAW Patrol merchandise. This stuff sells like hotcakes.
Cap'n Turbot: Looks like you're in a particularly precarious predicament.
Gus: Call the police! Call the fire department! Call everybody.
Cap'n Turbot: You're in Adventure Bay. Here, we call the PAW Patrol.
Gus: You're gonna call the who?
Marty Muckracker: The shoddily-built upside-down subway turned out to be a steaming hot pile of dare I say... poop.
Marshall: Next time, warn me before you stick a building up my nose.
Liberty: See? I'm like a furry GPS.
Mayor Humdinger: The PAW Patrol has humiliated me for the last time.
Ruben: Did you say something, sir?
Mayor Humdinger: What? No! Of course not! I was having a private moment! Now, get out.
Liberty: Excuse me. You dropped something.
Tough Guy on Subway: I'm done with it! Buzz off, weiner dog.
Liberty: Weiner dog? Maybe you should just pick that up and put it in the trash.
Tough Guy on Subway: Yeah? Or what?
Liberty: Or I'm gonna pick you up and put you in the trash.
Tough Guy on Subway: Hey, I don't want no trouble! I'm picking up the trash! I'm picking up the trash.
Liberty: Thank you.
Ruben: Was this one easier to catch, or are we getting better at this?
Butch: Oh, we're definitely getting better at this.
Chase: Everybody get back! The truck is leaking gas.
Gus: Oh, that isn't gas. That's the stuff I've been hauling from coast to coast. That stuff is pure Canadian maple syrup.
Rubble: OK, time to clean up this place! Deploy waffles, and pancakes, and French toast.
Liberty: First, we need to pound the pavement.
Rubble: I'll get my jackhammer.
Liberty: No. Not like that. Pound the pavement means we need to talk to everyone, ask questions, leave no stone unturned.
Rubble: Then I'll get the stone-turning attachment from my dozer.
Liberty: Can someone please explain it to him?
