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: [Danny puts on his stolen headphones
] See? That's what he does when he wants to ignore me; he sticks his head in those things. I wonder where the hell he GOT those things, anyway.
: [trying to change the subject from Charles giving her security
] Hey, Danny, how's school going? Danny
: Fine. Charles
: Oh, wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that I have to drive him there every morning now just to make sure he goes.
: [on the answering machine dangling from its wire
] April, it's Charles... I'm sorry. I don't know how else to say this: You're fired, April. I'm sorry... I know this comes as a blow.
[the wire burns off and the machine falls, hitting a Foot Soldier over the head
] Casey Jones
: You can say that again, Chuck.
] Vernon Fenwick
: So they're aliens? April O'Neil
: No, that's stupid. They're turtles. Bernadette Thompson
: Is there anything else we should know about them? April O'Neil
: They're ninjas.
: There are four six-foot talking turtles walking around New York City, and no one has seen them but you? April O'Neil
: That's what I'm telling you. Bernadette Thompson
: Okay, get out.
: [Held captive by Shredder
] The story of the year's right under our noses, and we can't cover it! April O'Neil
: Do they really have an explosive devise? Vernon Fenwick
: They certainly do! I saw them carry it down to the basement. Burne Thompson
: The basement? Why didn't you try and stop them? Vernon Fenwick
: Chief, a good reporter's not supposed to get involved in the story.
: Thanks to you, I've lost my station! Every time that lunatic Shredder makes trouble, it's because of you freaks! Well... I'll get back on the air somehow. And from now on, I'll let the public know just what a menace you are! Michelangelo
: Man, what an ingrate. Donatello
: Do whatever you want, Burne. The real threat is Shredder! Burne Thompson
: You're the threat! You're the menace to society! You're the ones who... where'd they go?
[a manhole cover closes shut nearby
] Burne Thompson
: Those cowards! They ran away! April O'Neil
: Cowards? They've captured Berserko, didn't they? And besides, they'll be back! And no matter what you say, they'll keep on fighting to save this city from the forces of evil! Especially Shredder.
: [getting dressed in his new P.I. garb
] A good newshound remembers everything. Vernon
: [holding up a pair of pants
] Um, EVERYTHING? Burne Thompson
: [shot angles out to reveal Burne Thompson in his underwear
] Well, almost everything.
: [standing on a stack of chairs, reaching for a television set
] Burne Thompson
: Hey mister help me change this channel! I wanna watch cartoons. Shredder
: No! I am the master, you are the slave, and I say no cartoons! Burne Thompson
: I wanna watch cartoons! I wanna watch cartoons!
[the chairs fall down and Burne topples on Shredder
] Burne Thompson
: Now look watcha did! You gave me a boo-boo! Aaaaaahhh!
: [on phone with Burne
] Exactly how old are you? Burne Thompson
] I'm th - I'm th - 30-something. Vernon Fenwick
: Happy 50th birthday, boss! Burne Thompson
] Vernon, you idiot! Ooh, sorry, Tiffany. I got to go now.
: [at Mardi Gras
] Hi there. I love your costume. I know a villain who wears one just like it. Shredder
: [lifting up Irma, who is wearing a magic gem
] And I love what you're wearing - The gem! At last! It's all mine! Irma Langinstein
] Oh, please, we've just met. Let's not rush things. April O'Neil
: It's Shredder! Poor Irma doesn't know the danger she's in! Vernon Fenwick
: Poor Irma? How about poor him? Burne Thompson
: Irma, tell that goon to put you down! You're supposed to be working! Irma Langinstein
] Forget it, Mr. Thompson. I just quit. Shredder
: Now how do I get out of here?
: Just what in blazes do you... "things" think you're doing? Krang
: I am taking over the city, and this station with it. Not get out of my way! I have a important broadcast to make. Burne Thompson
: My people will never work for you! They're 100% loyal to me! Isn't that right, Vernon? Vernon Fenwick
: Uh... from which angle do you prefer to be photographed?