- Cringer: I-I hate sand. I-i-it gets in my eyes, in my claws... Eh, sometimes you get it in your mouth.
- [snorts]
- Cringer: Oh, ooh, I hate that.
- Prince Adam: Sorry, you big furball, but this is something beyond our mere mortal powers.
- He-Man: I know you don't enjoy this, old cat, but there is a quest for us.
- Cringer: I know, but every time I turn into that Battle Cat, you get me into some kind of trouble. I-I-I'll make a deal with you: I'll go with you, but as Cringer. Me-me-maybe I can bring some common sense to this quest.
- He-Man: Alright, my feline friend, but when you change your mind be sure to let me know.
- Cringer: Fat chance.
- He-Man: Here's a quick science lesson: what is sand composed of?
- Battle Cat: Beats me!
- Man-At-Arms: Sand is a form of silica.
- He-Man: And if you heat silica to it's melting point, you get?
- Man-At-Arms: Glass.
- He-Man: So, if I rub this sand fast enough and the friction creates enough heat to melt it, I will get... glass!
- Attak Trak: My monitors detect a man-made construction ahead. By all indications, this is the Temple of the Sun.