Mr. Tinkles: Hello, my puny-minded, dog-faced opponents. I'm sure you're wondering to yourselves who it is that will defeat you. Who it is that possesses the intellect to win at this chess game of wits and might? It is I.
Mr. Tinkles: Stand still, I need to crush you.
Mr. Tinkles: Hello, Mr. Sinister Serum.
Lou: I think that if I'm going to be a secret agent, I should have a better name. I was thinking, "Toto Annihilation."
Peek: Nah, he's a pro wrestler. Sorry, that name's taken.
Lou: Alright then, "Doom Machine" it is.
Butch: Hey! You can call yourself Squicky the Spacedog for all I care, but that don't make your behind a rocket pack. You are not an agent, but you are gonna help us.
Lou: Well, Miss Challenged, I'm sorry, but I think you gotta leave. My orders are clear. I -.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Orders?
Lou: That's right. I'm a secret agent.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: An agent? Why, you're a little small for an agent. Shouldn't you be busy having fun?
Lou: I don't have time for fun.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Ew! Tough guy.
Mr. Tinkles: Evil does not wear a bonnet! Did Genghis Khan ever wear a bonnet? No. Or Attila the Hun? I don't think so! Although he did wear a furry hat. Maybe a black bonnet.
Mr. Tinkles: I want you to stay here.
Mr. Tinkles: Because I hate you.
Sam: Doom Machine! You're still alive.
Peek: Yep, all five limbs. Sam, you owe me five pig ears, Hickory Smoked.
The Mastiff: It appears that once again we find ourselves threatened by the great Cat Menace.
Mr. Tinkles: That is all... cats rule.
Lou: I'm on to you, kitty, and you're in big trouble.
Russian Blue: I think not, baby puppy. It is you who is in trouble.
Prof. Dad Brody: Who do you think kidnapped us, Uraguay or Chad?
Russian Blue: What do they know? I work hard, bring home the Meow Mix.
Lou: I've never met a stray.
Ivy: Actually, I prefer "domestically challenged."
Mr. Tinkles: Dark Cloud? Is that what I'm calling my plan?
The Mastiff: Control here.
Butch: We've got a serious problem.