- Ratar-O: If you'd called me before, the Thundercats would be finished by now, Vultureman.
- Vultureman: You know Slythe, Ratar-O; he never listens to me.
- Ratar-O: [laughs] Slythe. When he was in my command he was in charge of the field-kitchens!
- Snarf: Who are you? How did you get here? You're a Snarf. How can that be?
- Snarfer: [panting] One, one question... at a time, Uncle Osbert.
- Snarf: Snarf!
- [runs over and whispers]
- Snarf: Sh! Don't say that. I hate that name. No one calls me Osbert. "Uncle Osbert"?
- Snarfer: I'm Snarfer.
- Snarf: Snarfer? My nephew Snarfer? That's impossible.
- Snarfer: It's true.
- Snarf: But you're just a baby... Oh... I must be getting old. That was years ago. Snarfer!
- [they cheer and dance around for a moment]
- Snarf: But never call me Osbert, OK? I'm Snarf. Just Snarf.
- Snarf: [moaning] This is the worst day of my life.
- Panthro: You shouldn't feel so bad, Snarf. Some good *has* to come from all this.
- Snarf: Good? Those blasted Mutants have my nephew and you call that good?
- Tygra: At least you know your friends and relatives survived when Thundera exploded. And that there's a planet of Snarfs. If none of this had happened, we wouldn't have that information.
- Ratar-O: [to SLythe] A sitting target, and you bungled it! Call yourself a gunner! You'd do better back as a cook.