- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Say, Rock, does anybody ever wonder where we get all the money to gallivant around the world like we do?
- Narrator: Alas, an infinitesimal dash of tabasco sauce marred an otherwise ghastly piece of wearing apparel.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Get some spot remover.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: [gives Rocky a newspaper] Here you are.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: That's a rolled-up newspaper.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Well, I knew a feller who had a dog named Spot and this was the doggoned spot remover you ever did see.
- Narrator: [when Rocky is unable to remove the stain on Bullwinkle's shirt] Sure enough, the ink stain grew larger.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: You said it was tabasco sauce!
- Narrator: Well, from here, it looked like it.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Hello there, man behind the counter. I have come for my shirt.
- Ed Foo Yung: We very busy. You place in ticket, you get shirt.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: He doesn't have a ticket. You see, this entire transaction was perpetrated under some extraordinary circumstances.
- Ed Foo Yung: You like to break that down into English?
- Rocket J. Squirrel: [while flying to Shanghai, China] How come we didn't go with the shirt in the first place?
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: You saw that shirt. Would you want to ride with it?