[Eric sees Xavier and Society freeing the wiggers out on sea]
Eric:
That's them, officers. They released my wind.
Xavier:
Uh-oh! No piggy gonna bust this nut. The prison of the mind, mommy.
[Xavier suck his finger going back to its normal form]
Xavier:
Hey, compadre. The slimy turncoat just slipped through my fingers, but that's the other creek rook. [referring to Society]
Officer:
Let's go, weirdo.
Eric:
Sheila!
Society:
I'm a patsy, and I love it.
Eric:
[to Xavier] Man, if you found that other guy, we'd be triple-uber bromigo-sabes deluxe.
Xavier:
I thought that friendular designation was just a wonderful fairy tale. Uh, I-I think he's right here.
Xavier:
Hey Snake Hand, I like you a little bit. I like you a little more than that.
[Snake Hand throw up Xavier's inside out skin]
Xavier:
There! I almost got him! [to his inside out skin] You admit you did it?
Xavier (as Xavier's Inside Out Skin):
[puppeteering] Yes, I am guilty. You are so tough and cool that you caught me, friiiieeeend.
Xavier:
Take him away, officers!
Officer:
[to Xavier's Inside Out Skin] Come on, weirder-o!