The Magic Roundabout

Ermintrude:
Surely it's only a short hop for such a brave bunny.

Dylan:
More like a long drop for a dumb rabbit.

Dylan:
So close, and yet so far out!

ZeBadDee:
Today, one soldier, tomorrow, the world! And then perhaps... three more soldiers!

Dylan:
Chill out guys, I've got something stashed that just might help.

Brian:
Dylan, we don't have time to indulge in recreational activities...

Brian:
Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me.

ZeBadDee:
Very well! Sam, bring out the sticks and stones!

[Zebedee is explaining Zebad's evil plan]

Zebedee:
Nothing will grow. Not even grass.

Dylan:
No grass? Right we've got a problem, man.

Brian:
[to Moose] Have you seen our friend Dougal? Big black noise, looks like a bad hair day on legs.

ZeBadDee:
Give me that map... please?

Brian:
Over my dead body!

ZeBadDee:
Sam, get out the garlic butter. I'm feeling a little peckish.

Brian:
You're bluffing!

ZeBadDee:
Try me, you spineless slime-spreader!

[Dylan is looking at the buttons on the train, and sees one marked with a spring]

Dylan:
Hey, maybe this is some kind of anti-spring device.

[he presses button. Brian is catapulted upwards]

Brian:
I can fly!

[looks down]

Brian:
No, I can't.

Dylan:
Or maybe it's an ejector seat.

ZeBadDee:
When I leave someone for dead, I expect them to die! Can't even do that right, heh?

Train:
Now, for my impression of a sleeping train...

Soldier Sam:
Er, can I ask about holidays?

Zeebad:
Three weeks in summer.

Soldier Sam:
Very generous, sir.

Zeebad:
Not that it will ever be summer again...

Train:
I'm a train, not a snowboard!

Zeebad:
[giving advice on evil laughter] No Sam, it's all in the back of the throat.

Dougal:
You're a despicable fiend!

Zeebad:
I know. [chuckles] It's a gift, really. Compassion is such a weakness.

Ermintrude:
I never thought I'd say it, but: what a snail!

Train:
[scared of jungle sounds] What's this? I'll go in a tunnel. I'm a train, I like tunnels.

Brian:
Oh no! Trouble dead ahead!

Train:
[jumping from one trainrail to the other] That's my line!

Ermintrude:
Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk.

Dylan:
That's easy for you to say.

Ermintrude:
Oh, the cruel hands of time!

Dylan:
[teeth chattering because of the cold] But if it, if it wasn't for time, every- everything would hap- happen at once!

Soldier Sam:
[left for dead by Zeebad] Evil villains... can be so cruel.

Dylan:
Sorry, I don't believe in violence. [Karate chops skeletons]... Except in self defense.