- [Lazy Jay explains that some people might steal worms from the herd if they are not branded]
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Aw, come on! Who'd be mean enough to do a thing like that?
- Boris Badenov: [in disguise, wearing a kilt] Hoot, mon! Allow me to introduce myself.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Great gobs of goo, Rocky. Will you look at that?
- Rocket J. Squirrel: A cowboy wearing kilts!
- Boris Badenov: Aye, laddie, I'm world's only Scotch cowboy. Call me Black Angus. This is mine sidekick, Natasha McTavish.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: She's Scotch, too?
- Boris Badenov: Just half-Scotch.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: What's the other half?
- Natasha Fatale: Soda, dahlink.
- [Boris has just explained his fiendish plan to Natasha]
- Natasha Fatale: Oh, Boris, you're such a well-trained villain!
- Boris Badenov: Why not? I'm old university grad.
- Natasha Fatale: What university?
- Boris Badenov: S.C.
- Natasha Fatale: Southern California?
- Boris Badenov: No, Scoundrels and Crooks.
- Natasha Fatale: Oh.
- Boris Badenov: Magna cum louse.
- [Rocky, on a pogo stick, and Bullwinkle, with a mine detector, are driving their underground worm herd]
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Get along, there, herd!
- [Bullwinkle giggles to himself]
- Rocket J. Squirrel: What's so funny, Bullwinkle?
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: I was thinking how silly it'd be if anybody was watching us on television.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Yeah, no fear of that!
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: [chuckles] They wouldn't have the faintest idea what we were doing.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Yeah, but on the other hand...
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: What?
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Do they ever?
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: I see what you mean.
- Narrator: But not far away, the two villains were still plotting our heroes' downfall.
- Natasha Fatale: Well, you failed again, Boris.
- Boris Badenov: Da. Time to check Fireside Crook Book, and - Hoo, boy! Why didn't I think of this before?
- Natasha Fatale: Because you stupid!
- [chuckles]
- Natasha Fatale: Pretty funny, eh, dahlink?
- Boris Badenov: Natasha, double-cross me, I understand. Stab me in the back, it's just business. But top me in jokes, you're dead pigeons!
- [Boris leaps to his feet and points a gun at Natasha's forehead]
- Natasha Fatale: Sorry, dahlink. What is plan?
- Boris Badenov: Anything I can't stand, it's smart-aleck straight woman!
- Natasha Fatale: Yes, Boris.
- Boris Badenov: Remember who is *star* of this show!
- Natasha Fatale: Yes, Boris.
- Boris Badenov: Remember who is number-one big-shot!
- Natasha Fatale: [increasingly frightened] Yes, Boris!
- Boris Badenov: Remember who puts bread in your mouth!
- Natasha Fatale: Sponsor!
- Boris Badenov: You said it!
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: If the herd's gone over the cliff, we're ruined!
- Narrator: And they would've been if luck hadn't smiled on our heroes.
- Boris Badenov: AGAIN?
- Narrator: Yes, our heroes have been spared by a rare stroke of fortune.
- Boris Badenov: Them, she strokes. Me, she gives a belt in the mouth.