Felix: [talking to Valiant about being in the RHPS] If it weren't for my wooden drumstick and this shrappnel in my poopdeck, I'd be out there right now!
Valiant: It's not the size of your wingspan that counts, no, it's the size of your spirit.
Charles De Girl: [to Valiant, Bugsy, Lofty, Toughwood, and Tailfeather] I won't lie to you - you will definitely be eaten by falcons.
Bugsy: How did you find us?
Charles De Girl: Well, the was the plane and the explosion. And the screaming, and the pleading. More screaming. The begging, the crying, the whining, whinging, yelling, boohooing...
Valiant: Yes, um, enough about that.
Bugsy: Definitely, yes.
Felix: It's not the size of your wingspan that counts. It's the size of your spirit!
Von Talon: There will be awards, parades, and commemorative stamps!
Lofty: [seeing Valiant & Bugsy] For a, quote, 'elite unit', unquote, they seem to be letting in anything with wings
Lofty: , including those flies circling your bottom.
Victoria: I don't care if you're a hero or not, just concentrate on the getting back.
Cufflingk: [preparing to torture Mercury] You want us to pluck out his feathers?
Underlingk: And... heh... CLIP his wings?
Cufflingk: HURT... his feelings?
Von Talon: No, no, no, no! Worse. MUCH worse.
Von Talon: We have ways of making you squawk.
[yodeling music begins]
Mercury: Argh! What kind of birds are you?
Lofty: Any moment now, Gutsy will fly out and tell us the plan!
Lofty: [the plane Gutsy was in explodes] Right then. Who has the backup plan?
Bugsy: Oh you want the backup plan? Um... WE DIE! Yeah, *that's* the backup plan!