Josie and the Pussycats

Josie James:
That's a gas filling station, not a feeling filling station.

Josie James:
There they are, going through that sliding door.

Josie James:
(reading) 'Golden Mist Cologne'. Mmm, my favorite.

Josie James:
We'll be gold-plated Pussycats, unless someone thinks of something fast.

Valerie Brown:
Look out for those rocks!

Valerie Brown:
Welcome aboard, Alexandra.

Valerie Brown:
Wow! We're landing in the Grand Canyon.

Valerie Brown:
That's not my favorite program, either.

Valerie Brown:
Wow! So that's what it does.

Melody Valentine:
Hey. May I borrow that sleep gun when it's time for my afternoon nap?

Melody Valentine:
Oh, goody!

Melody Valentine:
Groovy...I think.

Melody Valentine:
I know! Let's hide in the shower.

Melody Valentine:
Gee, there sure are a lot of tumbleweeds down here in New York.

Alexander Cabot Iii:
That's no way to treat like guests.

Alexander Cabot Iii:
(repeated line) Help!

Alexander Cabot Iii:
Be careful with that sleep gun.

Alexander Cabot Iii:
Yikes! The floor's moving.

Alexander Cabot Iii:
(whispering) Psst. Gang, I found the conveyor belt to the storeroom.

Alexander Cabot Iii:
It looks like our plan wasn't at all that it was "quacked" up to be.

Alexander Cabot Iii:
Val, for a girl you're a mechanical wizard.

Alexander Cabot Iii:
I protest, this is Be Kind to Your Feathered Friends Week.

Alexander Cabot Iii:
I'm chicken.

Alexandra Cabot:
How would you like a suitase sombrero, you good-for-nothing feline?

Alexandra Cabot:
One of these days, I'm gonna put a zipper on your lip.

Alexandra Cabot:
What's this all about? I demand an explanation!

Alexandra Cabot:
I did it so I could bounce Josie away from Alan.

Alexandra Cabot:
Almost is not good enough!

Alexandra Cabot:
Are you beanbags trying to escape, or take inventory?

Alexandra Cabot:
This will make me even more alluring to Alan.

Alan M. Mayberry:
You mean, the real one?

Alan M. Mayberry:
(repeated line) Let's split.

Alan M. Mayberry:
We gotta find a way out of this hilltop hacienda.

Alan M. Mayberry:
We're lucky there are no guards around.

Alan M. Mayberry:
Whew! We got away from those slumber-happy guards.