Valiant

Von Talon:
I'm a vegetarian.

Mercury:
And yet you wear a leather cape.

Felix:
[talking to Valiant about being in the RHPS] If it weren't for my wooden drumstick and this shrappnel in my poopdeck, I'd be out there right now!

Valiant:
It's not the size of your wingspan that counts, no, it's the size of your spirit.

Felix:
It's not the size of your wingspan that counts. It's the size of your spirit!

Lofty:
Could you burp on cue?

Bugsy:
Yeah, I can burp on all the letters, not just Q.

Valiant:
[shouting] Quiet!

Charles De Girl:
[to Valiant, Bugsy, Lofty, Toughwood, and Tailfeather] I won't lie to you - you will definitely be eaten by falcons.

Bugsy:
I've got a doctor's note!

Von Talon:
There will be awards, parades, and commemorative stamps!

Bugsy:
How did you find us?

Charles De Girl:
Well, the was the plane and the explosion. And the screaming, and the pleading. More screaming. The begging, the crying, the whining, whinging, yelling, boohooing...

Valiant:
Yes, um, enough about that.

Bugsy:
Definitely, yes.

Toughwood:
France is scary!

Bugsy:
Hello, mate!

Bugsy:
I may not be very conscientious, but I do object.

Rollo:
[Repeated line] Sabotage!

Tailfeather:
Are you ready to drop?

Toughwood:
I think I may have dropped already!

[first lines]

Lofty:
[seeing Valiant & Bugsy] For a, quote, 'elite unit', unquote, they seem to be letting in anything with wings [to Bugsy] , including those flies circling your bottom.

Victoria:
I don't care if you're a hero or not, just concentrate on the getting back.

Bugsy:
I've been SHANGHAIIIIED!

Cufflingk:
[preparing to torture Mercury] You want us to pluck out his feathers?

Underlingk:
And... heh... CLIP his wings?

Cufflingk:
HURT... his feelings? [both chuckle]

Von Talon:
No, no, no, no! Worse. MUCH worse. [raises cage] We have ways of making you squawk. [yodeling music begins]

Mercury:
Argh! What kind of birds are you?

Lofty:
Any moment now, Gutsy will fly out and tell us the plan!

Lofty:
[the plane Gutsy was in explodes] Right then. Who has the backup plan?

Bugsy:
Oh you want the backup plan? Um... WE DIE! Yeah, *that's* the backup plan!

Sergeant:
Gentlemen you are the fliers of the FUTURE! [Tailfeather and Toughwood crash into each other]

Sergeant:
[Holds face] The FAR future!