Sly 3: Honor Among Thieves

[Bentley arrives shortly after Sly convinces a guard to leave]

Bentley:
Any problems with that guy?

Sly Cooper:
Said he wanted to be buried in his Mom's pasta sauce.

Bentley:
Yeah... that's, uh, that's strange.

Bentley:
That poor bird bath! I guess it's more like a bird death trap now!

Murray:
My Guru told me to lose myself, and not return until the black water ran pure.

Sly Cooper:
Are you sure he didn't tell you to get lost and not come back until you cleaned out the water filter?

Murray:
Come on! I'm on a real spirit quest here!

Murray:
My mind is clear, like the woodland after a forestfire.

Sly Cooper:
For the first time, Carmalita didn't show up and card us all to jail. Ah well, I'll send her a postcard.

Don Octavio:
Listen to the song OF YOUR DEATH!

Murray:
The Murray knows no song, but the triumphant horn section of his own TRIUMPH!

Don Octavio:
Quit talking stupid kid, AND DIE!

Black Baron:
I just get pissed off, the ACES pilots get better and better, they've got some real competition on our hands this year. I'm not saying it's too much for team Black Baron. Oh, no, no, no, no, our men are in good shape.

Bentley:
That hall is for Coopers only.

Dr. M:
Maybe, it's time for men such as you and I to change all that.

Sly Cooper:
Hey Inspector Fox, still looking for a date to the prom?

Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox:
Stand still and I'll pin the corsage on you!

Sly Cooper:
Hello assorted meathads... and lady. Anyone up for some exercise?

Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox:
Cooper? Grab 'em men!

Sly Cooper:
And I'm out.

Panda King:
I see you carry the cane of the notorious Cooper thief clan. Have you come here for revenge? To steal back the Thievious Racconus?

Sly Cooper:
Whoa, this is just like the time I beat the stuffing out of you!

Panda King:
What do you care if I bury a few worthless villiages in the snow? You're a thief, just like me.

Sly Cooper:
Uh, are you even listening to me?

Panda King:
Insolent child, you will pay dearly for your disrespect. However, to honor your Cooper ancestry, I will send you to your doom with the beauty of my new firework technique, flame-fu!

Sly Cooper:
Uh-oh.

Panda King:
You filthy dogs shall not harm that man! The Panda King forbids it!

Panda King:
Come vermin, rush to your doom! The Panda King reigns again!

Panda King:
Fear not brave hippo! I shall destroy the spikes blocking your path!

Bentley:
Be careful with those fireworks! One careless shot could harm Murray!

Bentley:
Up your nose with a rubber hose!

Bentley:
You're a bad person, I mean it!

Bentley:
Follow the sound of my voice.

Bentley:
Hey you, with the low self-esteem!

Bentley:
I'm yelling at you!

Panda King:
Words to tear at a father's heart. Would that I had such passion when they came for my little Jing King.

Penelope:
Way to go, Murray, you saved the van.

Panda King:
Well done hippo. You've lit the flames in my soul. I feel awake for the first time in years.

Murray:
No, thank you Panda King. You can ride in my van anytime. You've got shotgun for like, a month.

Panda King:
A great honor. I accept.

Bentley:
[Sly winks at Bentley while dancing with Carmelita at the end of the game] That sneaky devil!

Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox:
Blast it, Sly! Why run? Why not face me like a real man?

[turns to leave and runs into Muggshot]

Muggshot:
Mess with me? That little punk is gonna eat dirt.

[sees Carmelita on a nearby rooftop]

Muggshot:
Hey! You're that cop hag that busted me back in Mesa City!

Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox:
Muggshot, alias "Two-Gun Tony", also known as Meathead Muggshot. Seven foot three inches, three hundred and twenty-four pounds, wanted in seven countries with thirteen outstanding warrants for your arrest, and yes, I'm that cop hag that put you away back in Mesa.

Muggshot:
Well wise guy... lady. Feel like taking another shot at the title?

Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox:
It's my duty to put you behind bars. That, and I enjoy making tough guys cry like the stupid babies they really are.

Muggshot:
I ain't no stupid baby!

Bentley:
It's time we dealt with Muggshot. We can't risk him taking down the Baron before you in the finals.

Sly Cooper:
That, and he deserves a little payback for what he did to our airplane hangar.

Bentley:
True, true. Since Muggshot's assault, the Baron has been keeping an eye on him. We can't fight him out in the open for risk of being disqualified. Thankfully Inspector Fox is out in the field looking for us.

Sly Cooper:
I hear ya. We'll set 'em against each other. Muggshot is an international criminal after all. Carmelita won't be able to resist.

Bentley:
My only concern is for Inspector Fox's safety.

Sly Cooper:
Oh don't worry about her, she's more than a match for a meathead like Muggshot.

Bentley:
Ok, I'll go and pick a fight with Muggshot and bait him into meeting in the Town Square for our "rumble".

Sly Cooper:
You do that. I'll get Carmelita's attention and lure her back here to the same place.

Bentley:
Agreed.

Sly Cooper:
I've gotta hand it to you Bentley, this is a pretty underhanded plan.

Bentley:
Why thank you. I'm feeling pretty good about it.

Muggshot:
[after being defeated by Carmelita] Mutha? That you... I'm sorry, I didn't know they was yours.

[passes out]

Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox:
Ugh... Booking this idiot'll take al night. Oh well, I'm sure Cooper won't make his move anytime soon.

Bentley:
[taunting, singsong voice] You will never find me!

Dimitri Lousteau:
Cooper!

Sly Cooper:
Dimitri, long time no punch. I see you're still in jail.

Dimitri Lousteau:
And you're still a cracker-box.

Murray:
Thanks, Sly. I really appreciate you guys breaking it to the Guru that I want to break off my training.

Sly Cooper:
No problem. Anybody you call 'Master' has to be a heckuva guy.

Murray:
Oh he's awesome! He can get inside your head and mess with your mind six ways from Sunday!

Sly Cooper:
Ummm... awesome!

Sly Cooper:
Looks like nobody's home. Any other ideas where the Guru might be?

Murray:
Well, that's his hut over there. But he really doesn't hang out there on account of the smell.

Sly Cooper:
The smell?

Murray:
It's a long story. I had to apologize up and down for like a month before he would even speak to me again.

Sly Cooper:
What did you do?

Murray:
The unspeakable, Sly. The un-speakable!

Sly Cooper:
Ummm... well, thanks for speaking of it.

Penelope:
Wow, Sly's really taught you a lot.

Bentley:
Sly? We're a team. In case you haven't noticed, I'm the brains of the operation. Sly's just the field man.

Penelope:
Just 'the field man?' Sounds like you're jealous.

Bentley:
Well... I am in a way. I wish I wasn't in this chair. I wish I could climb flagpoles and run along tightropes. But I can't.

Penelope:
You can do other things! I'm sure Sly can't rewire a satellite or write ASCII code.

Bentley:
Sly can't even spell ASCII.