- Steelbeak: If there's one thing I hate, it's excuses!
- [Steelbeak rolls a bowling ball at five incompetent egg men, only knocking down a few]
- Steelbeak: Make that two things I hate... excuses and a seven-ten split.
- [Darkwing dives in from a roof window]
- Steelbeak: [extremely annoyed] Okay, now that's three things!
- Fenton Crackshell: Launchpad!
- Launchpad McQuack: Fenton?
- [the two perform a dance of excitement]
- Launchpad McQuack: [to the others] Guys, this is my old pal from Duckburg, Fenton Crackshell.
- Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard: [happily] Hi!
- Launchpad McQuack: Fenton, Drake Mallard.
- Fenton Crackshell: [shaking Drake's hand] How ya doing, Drake-a-ronnie? Ah, nice digs. I mean, it's no McDuck Manor, but it's kinda cozy.
- Launchpad McQuack: Fenton and I used to work for the same guy.
- Drake Mallard: [sarcastically] That must have been fun.
- [to Fenton]
- Drake Mallard: Ahem! To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit, Mr. Crackshell?
- Fenton Crackshell: Just call me 'Fenton.' I-I'm in town on, uh, business. You might say it's for the government.
- [unknowingly activating the secret passage for a brief moment]
- Fenton Crackshell: Hey, is there a breeze in here?
- Darkwing Duck: Gizmoduck? What are you doing on my turf? You belong in Duckburg.
- Gizmoduck: And you belong in jail!
- [Darkwing has gotten into the EGRT to confront Steelbeak]
- Darkwing Duck: [in horse stance] Surprise, sucker!
- [Steelbeak comes forward, only to be tossed back by Darkwing]
- Darkwing Duck: [pointing his gas gun at Steelbeak] Steelbeak, this time you bit off more than you can chew!
- Steelbeak: We'll see about that!
- [Steelbeak bites the gas gun in half]
- Darkwing Duck: Ooh...
- [stepping back nervously from Steelbeak]
- Darkwing Duck: Well, glad to see you're getting the fiber.