[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!
Charley
Well, if you're stuck here on Earth, this place will make as good a hideout as any.
What? Here? In the scoreboard?!
Charley
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?
Charley
I know a great cheese shop downtown!
[The Mice groan in disgust.]
What do you think we are anyway?
Charley
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...
Charley
Well, you know, Julian Prison has announced that they're looking for more prison guards.
Moi? In a prison guard uniform? Sweetheart, drab is not my color!
Charley
Not you! I meant me!
You? A prison guard? [chuckles] Cute! Lock me up and throw away the key!
Charley
I know I've been tempted at times.
No, no, I don't think so. It's too dangerous, Charley. We'll handle it.
Charley
What? Locking up Vinnie?
[Throttle has just noticed the explosions coming from Rump's tower.]
I guess old moneybags has finally worn out, bros.
Yeah, this is something I need front row seats for.
I wouldn't miss this for all the hot dogs at Quigley Field!
[They drive up to the tower and notice it's totaled.]
[whistles] Looks like Rump's crib is totaled! [chuckles] I guess that's going to shave his hiney butt good!
Charley
Hey, guys! There he is!
[Rump walks out of the tower with the Regenerator all black from the explosion, and has lost his memory.]
Charley
At least I think that's him.
Oh, loving the new look! Very Martian eye for the slimy guy!