Chief Kanifky: This is a briefing, so I'll be brief.
Chief Kanifky: This is Fireball Frank, an explosives expert with a short fuse. He's threatened to blow up our entire city, unless we pay him an even billion in unmarked bills. Now, after taxes, that could amount to- to thousands of dollars!
Chief Kanifky: Mr. Fireball says we must meet his demands within 48 hours, or two days, whichever comes first.
Bonkers: I know something that could help you break this case wide open! And you always say, a cop checks every lead.
Lucky: Well, you have a point. Not a good point though, so I will ignore it.
Bonkers: But this could make your career, Lucky. For once, your wife and daughter would be proud of you.
Lucky: I seriously doubt- What do you mean, "once"?!
Lucky: (to Bonkers) I can't take any more of this. I've spent most of my life getting injured, and/or being made a fool of, by you!
(Bonkers accidentally pricks him with a needle)
Aah! There you go again! Just keep a safe distance from me, please. Any place in this time zone is too close.
Lucky: (to Bonkers) As they say in cartoons - scram!
Bonkers: So, what are you doing?
Lucky: At the moment, I'm falling.
Bonkers: Have a problem?
Lucky: No thanks. I already have one. Didn't I tell you to go away?
Bonkers: Oh. Alright, boss.
Lucky: But not yet! Help me, and then go away!
Lucky: What are you doing here?
Bonkers: Sssh! Shopping. And you need a much better disguise. You've got you written all over you.
Lucky: Did you see that? You almost blew my cover. You made me lose my temper right in front of- Fireball Frank?!
Lucky: (on the track of Fireball Frank) It's finally here. My ticket to the top! The first moment of the first day of the rest of my life! This is gonna be a blast!
(The building explodes)
Bonkers: Lucky was the best! Lucky had it all! Lucky had everything. Except, of course, luck.
Fall Apart: My, my! Look at the cans! Say, I should save this scrap Aluminium for the war effort. Anything to help my Uncle Sam and Aunt Maine.
Fawn Deer: Fall Apart! When the recipe calls for a can of peppers, it doesn't mean a can of peppers!
Bonkers: (unscrambling the message on the cans) "To whom", "I", "being", "in"... Got it! "To whom it may concern: I'm being held prisoner in the-" In the what? Where's the last can?
Fall Apart: Here! "I'm being held prisoner in the- refrigerate after opening". That's horrible, those things are torturing the poor soul!
Bonkers: We have to find him. But without the can we can't, can we?
Miranda: Sir? Officer Piquel sent Bonkers a message.
Grating: You don't say? From the great beyond? Did a shoe talk to you?
Bonkers: Oh, don't be silly! It was this can!
Miranda: For the last time! Do! You! Know! Where! The! Cans! Were!?
Fall Apart: If you hum a few bars.
Lucky: Wonderful job, Bonkers. You've followed police restraint procedures to a T. However, that is the wrong guy!
Bonkers: It is not.
Lucky: He's a federal agent.
Bonkers: He's a mad bomber, Lucky!
Lucky: No, he is my friend.
Bonkers: (to Miranda) Obviously, the stress caused him to identify with his abductor. It happens sometimes.
Chief Kanifky: (pricks his finger when pinning the badge on Bonkers) What happened to those snap-on badges I ordered?
Agent Tolson: While your tactics are somewhat unorthodox, you did save my life out there. How would you like to join the FBI?
Lucky: The F.B.- I always knew J. Edgar had his eye on me.
Agent Tolson: Mr. Hoover is no longer with us. We do not joke about Mr. Hoover.
Lucky: Oh! Oh, no, no, of course not, see, you- you misinterpreted me.
Agent Tolson: And we don't contradict our superiors.
Lucky: Oh, never. I mean, always. I mean, you smell great, really, wonderful cologne. Oh, look, dirt on your shoes, I'll just get that for ya.
Bonkers: I'm awfully glad you got your big break.
Lucky: Ah, we both knew a talent like mine wouldn't go unrecognized forever. Eleven years, yes... but not forever.
Bonkers: (to Lucky) I'll send you a Christmas card every day in the year.
Fall Apart: Going to Washington, eh? Suppose you could drop me off at Baltimore if it's not out of your way?
Lucky: Actually, it is out of my way.
Fall Apart: 'Kay... how about Guam?
Fall Apart: 'Kay. I'll just go to Washington. Always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower.
Miranda: Good luck, Lucky.
Lucky: Thanks, Miranda. But... heheh... I think you'll need the luck. (Casts a look at Bonkers)
Miranda: Look, Bonkers. I- I just want you to know I'm going to do my best to fill his shoes.
Bonkers: Aw, that's sweet. No offense, Miranda, but you just can't, see, 'cause Lucky had very large shoes.
Miranda: I understand.
Bonkers: No, no. I- I mean big. The man had huge feet. Those were custom made shoes he wore.
Miranda: I was, of course, only speaking figuratively.
Grating: Bobcat! I want you in my office three seconds ago!