Dusty Crophopper: I've been flying over the same patch of grass, day after day, month after month, for years! I'm just trying to prove that maybe, just maybe, I can do more than what I was built for.
Bulldog: I'm sorry, did you say your name was El Chupacabra or El "Cuckoo"-cabra?
El Chupacabra: You make joke?
El Chupacabra: You make joke? Very well... you leave me no choice! I swish my cape at you! You have been shamed.
Bulldog: I hope I can get over it... Oh, I just did.
Dusty Crophopper: I've flown thousands and thousands of miles, and have never gone anywhere.
Franz: You are an inspiration to all of us.
Dusty Crophopper: All of us?
Franz: Yeah, all of us who want to do more than just what we are built for.
Rochelle: Monsieur El Chu... from rogue to tres romantique...
El Chupacabra: What does that mean?
Dusty Crophopper: No idea. But, French Canadian is the language of love... in Quebec. So, it's got to be good.
[Dusty helps a blinded Bulldog through the race lap]
Bulldog: [eyes getting cleaned] Thanks for your help, matey! I couldn't have done it without...
[sees it was Dusty who helped him]
Bulldog: ...you? YOU saved me?... What did I tell you, boy? Every plane for himself, right?
Dusty Crophopper: Where I come from, if you see a plane falling from the sky...
Bulldog: Yes, but this is a COMPETITION! And now you're dead last!... And I owe you my life.
[starts to sob]
Dusty Crophopper: Bulldog, are you crying?
Bulldog: I don't cry, I'm British!... Thanks, matey.
El Chupacabra: Are you tired? You have been flying through my mind nonstop!
Rochelle: And why would I be tired from flying through such a teeny-tiny space, hmm?
Chug: There's nothing better than dying while doing what you love most.
Dusty Crophopper: I'm afraid of heights.
Chug: But... you're a plane.
Dusty Crophopper: I'm a cropduster, I've never flown more than a thousand feet.
Skipper: Are you kidding? Scared of heights, and you want to race around the world?
[El Chupacabra turns up, disheveled and covered in kisses]
Dusty Crophopper: Whoa, what happened to you?
El Chupacabra: That song, it flipped a switch...
Rochelle: Ooooh, my little monster, come here!
[grabs and drags El Chupacabra off]
El Chupacabra: [comes back exhausted] She is like a jaguar now!
El Chupacabra: [to Ripslinger] Senor Dusty has ten times the engine you do!
Ishani: And ten times the integrity!
Ripslinger: Says the plane with the shiny new propeller! How much integrity did that cost you, sweetheart?
Ishani: Too much.
El Chupacabra: [to Ripslinger] You are not even worthy of a cape swish.
Skipper: Let me ask you something, Dusty: if you knew the truth about my past, would you have asked me to train you?
Dusty Crophopper: No.
El Chupacabra: Dusty, I cannot bear the thought of competing without you...
[produces equipment to repair Dusty]
Dusty Crophopper: That's the wing of a T-33 Shooting Star.
El Chupacabra: When the great Mexican Air Force needed help, American T-33s came. They did not ask questions. They did not hesitate. They were there, because that is what compadres do.
Dusty Crophopper: [sees El Chupacabra's assistant with a box] And what's that?
El Chupacabra: That is my lunch, don't touch! But the wings are yours.
[Ishani gives her new propeller to Dusty]
Dusty Crophopper: That's your propeller. You can still win the race.
Dusty Crophopper: Oh, I intend to. But with my old propeller. This one didn't really suit me, but I think you might find a better use for it.
Skipper: Say hello to the Warzone Windmill!
[clips Ripslinger's wingtip]
Ripslinger: [pinwheels] Hey, you carzy?
Bulldog: You're a good ace, Dusty! Here's a satellite device in case you're lost without... without a friend to help you out.
Dusty Crophopper: You said I wasn't cut out for this. I should have listened to you...
Dottie: Dusty, if you had listened to me, I would never have forgiven myself. Skip may have been wrong about what he did, but he was right about you. You're not a cropduster, you're a racer, and now the whole world knows it!