— You're a grand thief, old geezer.
— I'm flattered... But you're still the best, Mr. Teufel.
— You're the most disgusting when you're trying to be nice.
— How do you say in Pokionian to shoot?
— God knows. Tell him «boom, boom».
— Boom! Boom!
In 80 AMM (After Mickey Mouse) the mice of Planet X were threatened by the apocalyptic ghouls of humiliation and complete extinction. Bloodthirsty cats grouped into well-organized, well-equipped multinational gangs, denying law and order, ignoring the historical conventions between cats and mice aiming for the complete annihilation of the race of the mouse. But on the verge of total destruction, when the wisest mice were already thinking about leaving the planet... suddenly a new hope was born...
I want results, not excuses! Do you get that? Or else you'll be flying back to the can!
— Naw, Grabowszky's done for. He quit, he's finished. He reads the Toro and he eats junk food.
— Nah, he always does that. After the King Kong situation, he told everybody that he's the 13th reincarnation of Mickey Mouse.
— In direct contact we'll put stockings on our heads.
— Oh, no! But... but... I only have fishnet stockings on me!
— Doesn't matter. Billy will lend you his socks.
— Safranek!
— Sir?
— What happened to you Safranek?
— I nicked myself while shaving, sir.
— You're pulling my leg, aren't you. These are rats!
— You're not a racist, are you Mr. Teufel! And what if they are rats!
— When can we take these things off, I can't see anything!
— Well, me neither!... But I'm not whining.
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