Danger Mouse (1981–1992)
[Dangermouse has crashed through a brick wall]
Penfold: Oh, doesn't that hurt, Chief?
Dangermouse: No, didn't feel a thing!
Narrator: This is Penfold. Codename: The Jigsaw, because when faced with a problem he falls to pieces.
[Danger Mouse is being dangled over the snapping jaws of a crocodile]
Penfold: We could have had a weekend in Brighton!
Dangermouse: I do not wish to know that, Penfold!
[Dangermouse have just fallen into a deep hole]
Narrator: What's this? Will the Baron have the last laugh? Are our heroes doomed? Can they get to the bottom of this mystery before they reach the bottom? If not, will this show end early?
Patrol Bird: Excuse me, sir, but is that your care parked on the admiral's epaulets?
Dangermouse: Uh... yes it is, Constable.
Patrol Bird: [Piturbed] "Sergeant" if you don't mind!
Patrol Bird: Would you mind showing me your liscence?
Dangermouse: Yes of course... Sergeant.
Patrol Bird: [Reads liscence] Hmmm... well this here... oh! You're name's "Dangermouse"? Oh... haha... well, ah...
Patrol Bird: Carry on, sir! I'll keep an eye on the car for you!
Dangermouse: Thank you, Sergeant.
[Climbs into Lord Nelson's nose]
Patrol Bird: Thank you, sir!
Patrol Bird: Almost made a booboo there, didn't I?
[Dangermouse, lost in space, stops at an asteroid to ask directions from a guy with a hand for his face]
Dangermouse: Um... excuse me. Could you tell us, where in the universe, we are?
Hand Face: HAHA! Boy, you be in The Party Part!
Dangermouse: [confused] "Party Part"?
Hand Face: "The Party Part of the Universe"! HAHAHAHA!
Dangermouse: "Party Part of the Universe"? Never heard of such rubbish.
Penfold: [a bell rings] Someone's at the door, DM.
Dangermouse: Well see who it is.
Penfold: It's an officer, DM. He gave me this note.
Dangermouse: Well, what does it say?
Penfold: Uh..."You have been fined 99 bicycle clips, go directly to jail, do not collect 200 pounds... who's that naughty boy there?"