TV show quotes
Characters
VinniePeter Mygind · 17 quotes
Modo15 quotes
ThrottleRob Paulsen · 14 quotes
Limburger9 quotes
KarbunkleSusan Silo · 4 quotes
CharleyPaprika Steen · 3 quotes
Most scenes together: Vinnie & Modo (15), Vinnie & Throttle (14), Modo & Throttle (13)
[Vinnie has the TV in the spaceship tuned to a race with a split-second finish.]
Hey, Throttle, watch me past that snorkel from Saturn! Oh, yeah! I'm the baddest mammajammer in the whole wide universe!
Modest, too!
[Modo drinks a can of root beer.]
Ah, this is living! Nothing to do but rockin' and rollin' and racin' through the cosmos! Yep! We got absolutely no...[ship is attacked by Plutarkians]...problem?
Hold it up. [all three stop] Listen to this. [revs his engine]] Oh! Dang! Busted gyro!
No sweat, sweetheart. We find us a cycle parts shop and I'll have it fixed for you pronto.
I don't know. We've been all around these streets and I haven't seen a repair pit yet.
Ah, Chicago! Soon your precious Soil will be mine!, then New York!, Hamburg!, Paris!, Detroit!, Well Maybe not Detroit those Motor City Maniacs are a little too Crazy for Me but One Day.
Oh! Just try and get good help these days! [to Grease Pit] Now, as I recall, I sent you to purchase the Last Chance Garage. Is this correct?
Uh, yes, boss.
And I believe you were then to demolish it?
That's right, boss.
THEN WHY IS IT STILL THERE?!
I-It wasn't my fault, boss. Honest. You see, there were these big mice!
[Limburger tunes his communication TV to Karbunkle's lab, where Karbunkle is doing something to Fred the Mutant.]
Karbunkle?
Yes, your big cheesiness?
Do you recall those mice who escaped your laboratory on Mars? The three leaders of that pathetic rebellion?
Yes, most frustrating. [inserts brain into Fred's head and staples head] I had barely started experimenting on them when they got away!
[Fred opens his eyes and looks around, then speaks to Karbunkle.]
Hey, doc? How about 4 arms? Then I could clap in stereo!
[Fred begins to clap but Karbunkle slams a cork into his mouth.]
Oh, shut up!
Karbunkle! Pay attention! Those Biker rebels have now come to Earth, and I want to know what you are going to do about it!
Well, your cheddar cheesiness, if you wish to catch a mouse...[He presses a button that starts a platform up to the main office floor where Limburger and Grease Pit are standing and reveals a steel trap.]...you must build a better mousetrap!
Your mouse trap was less than a success. If you can't take care of those repulsive rodents, we're through on this planet!
Well, if one has rats in the attic, there's but one thing to do! [He summons the Exterminator through his portal device.] Exterminate them!
You guys take Limburger's goon squad! I'll handle the big fella!
[They drive off and split up as planned. Modo fires a pair of missiles at a thug, knocking him off his buggy and into a trash can]
What a flat-head!
[Another goon follows Modo into an alley.]
Looks like I cornered me a big fat rat!
[Modo's eye glows.]
RATS to you, pal! [He fires a blast of his arm cannon at the goon's buggy.]
[Several other goons chase Vinnie down the main streets of Chicago.]
It's been real, sweethearts, but now, it's time for lights out! [He grabs a flare and throws it at two of the goons. The resulting explosion knocks them out.] Yes! Double play!
[The Exterminator continues to chase Throttle until they come to a factory building.]
Come and get me, tin man!
End of the road, rodent!
[They go into the building. Throttle catches the Exterminator off guard as he goes up a wooden ramp and into a pit of boiling chocolate. He starts to sink.]
I'll be back!
Yeah? Well, don't forget to write!
[Throttle watches the Exterminator sink.]
[The Mice have just witnessed their spaceship, still hanging from the Chicago Nubs scoreboard, fall completely inside.]
[bangs his hand to his head] Oh! Typical! Just great!
Well, if you're stuck here on Earth, this place will make as good a hideout as any.
What? Here? In the scoreboard?!
Why not? Limburger and his grease goons would never think to look for you here!
[The Mice confer with one another and approve it.]
Well, now that we've got the bachelor pad thing together, what do you say we grab a little chow?
I know a great cheese shop downtown!
[The Mice groan in disgust.]
What do you think we are anyway?
Uh, mice!
I was thinking maybe a few root beers. A couple of dogs...
Okay, group, then let's...
I got this one, sweetheart! [He tail-whips Charley onto his bike.] Okay, you mammajammers! Let's ROCK...
...and RIDE!
[Karbunkle, Limburger, and Grease Pit drive up to a railroad station, and Grease Pit is looking through Limburger's trunk for a specific weapon.]
Will you hurry, you misapplied misenthrope?! [Grease Pit trips over Karbunkle's leg and stumbles around with the weapon.] Be careful, you dimwitted disaster! That's a delicate instrument!
[Grease Pit falls down and the weapon lands in its desired spot.]
There! Delicately placed right where you's wanted it!
Ugh! Greasy-fingered gibbon!
[He turns on the device and an eerie blue glow surrounds the weapon. Grease Pit stares at it as Limburger gets out of his car.]
If you pathetic paltroons have concluded your little display of ineptitude...[train whistle]...the ore train appears to be on time.
Huh? [He slides into the glow and half of his body is seen viewing a 5,000 foot drop into the Plutark Supply Station. Limburger pulls him out.] Aaaah!
My dear, seqious Grease Pit, if I had wanted you in orbit, I'D HAVE KICKED YOU THERE MYSELF! Now go man that switch!
[Limburger kicks Grease Pit towards a control switch. Grease Pit hits it and the track moves slightly.]
Whoa. Good job, huh, boss?
[He proceeds to fall down elsewhere after struggling to move the switch and finally move it so that the track heads for the glow.]
Yet another ingenious plan, your cream cheesiness!
Yes! Why soil ourselves digging when I can simply steal a whole train load of iron ore? That train will enter the transport tunnel and be instantly transported into space for delivery to Plutark. [As he says this, he tosses a rock into the glow.] A brilliant plan if I do say so myself. It simply can't fail!
[Grease Pit's view catches a glimpse of the Biker Mice.]
Uh, boss?
Not now, dear boy. I'm enjoying myself!
That brilliant plan of yours?
Yes, what of it?
It just got infested WITH MICE!
Grease Pit, if you would please, FIRE ON THEM!
[The Mice have just saved the orphan children from the storm caused by the Weathermesiter.]
Well, it looks like the storm's over.
For now.
You little tikes okay?
Yeah, we're okay, but our house is all smashed down, and it's almost Christmas.
[sheds a tear] Dang! It's just like that old movie!
Easy Big Fella.
Come on!, Someone Fat!, Smelly! and Ugly is gonna pay for this!.
You said a Mouthful, Vincent.
Drat! Those bothersome Biker Mice have beaten the bombardment!
Yes, your fragrant fulsomeness! And not only that; they appear to have discovered your dabbling in the disaster!
[clears throat] It might be wise not to be here when they arrive! How's Lake Michigan?
[pulls out map] Almost a solid block of ice, dear cheesemesiter!
[Laser fire commences from the Mice's bikes.]
YOU STEPPED WAY OVER THE LINE THIS TIME, LIMBURGER!
YEAH! NO ONE ENDANGERS LITTLE KIDS WHEN THE MAMMAJAMMERS FROM MARS ARE AROUND!
[The tower shakes.]
Shall we depart?
You'd better come with me, then, Limburger. [snaps finger and plane appears] Please step aboard my weather plane.
[to Limburger] Have a nice winter, and a great fall! [laughs triumphantly]
[to Throttle] Guess you were right. Must be fall!
[Limburger's top part of his tower is now functioning as the new home for the oprhan kids and Christmas decorations are on top of it, and all three mice are dressed up in Santa costumes.]
Gee. How'd you ever get us this great new house, Santa Throttle?
Well, Toby, let's just say it was a contribution from a big man in the business world.
Anyway, litte dogies, 'twas the night before Christmas...
...and all through the house...
...not a creature was stirring...
...EXCEPT FOR THE MICE! [They start to cheer as Vinnie laughs, Throttle whistles, and Modo shouts, "Party!" The camera zooms in on Limburger, Karbunkle, and the Weathermeister who are hanging by a thread from the weather plane which is stuck on the roof.]
[after a snowflake hits his face] BAH, HUMBUG! [blows snowflake off as episode ends]
Man, I've heard of dreaming of a White Christmas, but this is more like a nightmare!
[Explosions can be seen as Limburger is working on his new plaza. Limburger is watching from his office.]
Ah, urban renewal! Soon this whole area will become my new multi-million dollar industry's mega-plaza. [He looks at a map.] From this central plaza my delirious holding shall expand worldwide. Strip-mining in San Francisco. Clear-cutting in Cincinnati. Demolition in Detroit!
[A laser from Vinnie's bike hits Limburger's map.]
Hey, sewage breath!
WHAT?
[Limburger sees the Mice are on top of another building.]
We felt you were being a bit hasty with your new project.
Yeah, so we thought we'd help out by moving some of your explosive around.
[He gestures towards the bottom of the Limburger tower, which has dynamite by it that proceeds to explode and start the tower's gradual downfall.]
Oh, my! AAAAAH!
[He grabs on to a windowseil and hangs on for dear life.]
Ha! Get a grip, stink face!
Yeah! This is what they call a "clutch play!"
[The Mice laugh.]
Crack wise all you wish, you cratinous creatures! But I shall indeed have the last laugh, for I observe you have overlooked one of my explosive charges!
[The Mice look down and see the building they are standing on top of has dynamite around it. Fred the Mutant is setting up the dynamite.]
Oh, boy! It's like my birthday every day! [laughs]
[Limburger laughs before realizing he's let go of the windowseil. He struggles to grab it again but eventually does. Modo is in shock.]
Uh-oh!
Guess this blows our plan, eh, bros?
[The Mice run to their bikes.]
[laughs as he gets ready to push the dynamite activator down] Make a wish! WHOOPEE!
[Fred pushes down the activator and the explosion starts to demolish the building. Limburger smiles.]
So glad I could hang around to witness your downfall, Biker Mice!
Punch it, bros!
[The Mice rev up their engines.]
Turnabout is, after all, fair play!
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