DuckTales

Merlock:
At last, after all these centuries, the lamp will be mine again!

Dijon:
Yes, yes! You will be more powerful than... than... locomotive! More faster than speedy bull! You will leap all buildings in a single town!

Merlock:
And you shall finally be rewarded for your dubious assistance.

Dijon:
Oh, you mean it? My own mountain of money?

Merlock:
Yes. Now, give it to me.

Dijon:
Give? What give?

Merlock:
The map. Give it to me.

Dijon:
De map? Dat specific map? Right here, right now?

Merlock:
(grabs Dijon by the collar) You didn't steal it?!

Dijon:
Too many people, Merlock! Only one Dijon! But look what I did steal - several billfolds... dis handy pocket watch... floss... and date nut bar... and two tickets to the feta cheese festival. For you, master!

Merlock:
Bah! (throws him to the ground)

Dijon:
Maybe you would like de floss?

Merlock:
(exasperated) Did you at least see where the map leads?

Dijon:
Oh yes, master, oh yes! Into de middle of de desert, where de sand burns like a hot kabob!

Merlock:
But I searched every square inch! Perhaps this time I'll let Scrooge do the searching for me...

Dijon:
Oh, smart move, master! Let him boil out his brains in de sun!

Merlock:
And you shall accompany him as his guide.

Dijon:
(nods, then realizes what he said) But I have such sensitive skin, and my brain boils so quickly! (Merlock gives him an angry look) But who needs brains to be a guide anyway?