Richie Rich

[Having forced Richard Sr. and Regina to open Mount Richmore, Van Dough finds that instead of money, it contains baby pictures, comic books, baseball cards, finger paintings, etc.]

Van Dough:
This is incredible! This is amazing! This is...This is JUNK!

[Regina and Richard Sr. both look insulted]

Regina Rich:
Junk?

Van Dough:
Bronze dog bones? What? Accordians? Baby pictures, tricycles, kites... [Picks up a trophy] Bowling trophies?

Richard Rich Sr.:
Oh, do you remember that, darling?

Regina Rich:
Oh, our first date!

Van Dough:
What is all of this crap?

Regina Rich:
These are our priceless possessions!

Van Dough:
Where are the gold bars... the diamonds... the negotiable bearer bonds, the money? [Aims his gun at Richard Sr.] WHERE'S THE MONEY?

Richard Rich Sr.:
In banks. Where else? And the stock market, real estate...

Van Dough:
No! Is this some kind of joke? You're telling me there isn't one single solitary gold bar, or emerald, or $1,000 bill in this entire mountain?

Richard Rich Sr.:
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Lawrence, but that's not what we treasure.

Van Dough:
[to Ambler] Shoot them. Shoot them now, please!

[Ambler is about to shoot Richard and Regina, when Richie appears, brandishing a sword]

Richie Rich:
What's the matter, Mr. Van Dough? Can't do it yourself?

Regina Rich:
Richie, get out of here!

Richie Rich:
It's okay, Mom. I don't think he has the guts to shoot anyone.

Richard Rich Sr.:
Richie, no! [Ambler points his gun to Richard's throat]

Van Dough:
Generally, you're right, but... on this occasion, I think I'll make an exception. [shoots Richie, not realizing he is wearing Keenbean's special spray that makes his clothes bulletproof; Richard and Regina scream]

Richie Rich:
Cool.