Nigel: So I was on the hunt for a rare rough fruited buttercup
Kowalski: It's a flower.
Skipper: Doilies. Doilies. Doilies. We need a distraction!
Nigel: The old spy game! Well surely you've suspected.
Private: You're a spy?
Nigel: Compliments on your own cover, Private. No one would ever suspect you to be anything but a hopeless nancycat.
Nigel: Pay attention because I'm only going to say this once. Unless, of course, in my discretion I choose to repeat it. The Red Squirrel is real.
Private: Uncle Nigel, that's impossible because he doesn't exist!
Red Squirrel: All those years under ground I got the light sensitivity, and I got it bad!
Nigel: Throwing yourself into the bowels of the beast. Gutsy move!
Private: And a completely intentional one too. Totally not an accident!
Private: Guys, guys, guys! You won't believe it! Uncle Nigel and I fought the Red Squirrel!
Skipper: You called it, Private. I don't believe it.
Nigel: That boy and his imagination. Tall tales and short stories, eh?
Skipper: Impossible, you don't exist!
Red Squirrel: Right, you go on thinking that.
Nigel: Guess the ruse is up. Ah well, had a good run.
Kowalski: You? You actually ARE a super secret agent?
Nigel: Hello, welcome to the show. You're late but we've saved you a seat.
Skipper: I guess we owe Private an apology. I'd rather it was cash.
Red Squirrel: Is this how you come to fight? With a toy?
Private: Yes, yes it is.
Private: You're just jealous! I have a Lunacorn, and you don't!
Skipper: Sorry Rico, an evil lair can only self destruct once.