Quotes
A Creep in the Deep or Will Success Spoil Boris Badenov?/Ace Is Wild or The Flying Casket
The Bullwinkle Show
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Gee, Bullwinkle. What we need is a good cut-rate pilot.
- [Boris appears in an aviator disguise]
- Boris Badenov: Gentlemen! Allow me to introduce myself. Ace Rickenboris, at your service. Mine card.
- [Boris hands Rocky his business card]
- Rocket J. Squirrel: [reading the card] 'Ace Rickenboris. By air, anywhere. Fly now, pray later.'
- [Boris laughs sinisterly and takes back the card]
- Boris Badenov: Bwa ha ha ha ha! Is misprint.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Haven't I seen your face somewhere before?
- Boris Badenov: Of course you have. It's on every three-dollar bill the government makes.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: I've never seen a three-dollar bill.
- Boris Badenov: Bah. It's my fault you're poor?
- [Natasha, disguised as the stewardess, offers Rocky and Bullwinkle poisoned drinks]
- Natasha Fatale: You like hot beverage?
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: My, that was quick! What is it?
- Natasha Fatale: Specialty of the line. Called a 'guided missile'.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: 'Guided missile'?
- Natasha Fatale: Yes. Just one and you go down in flames.
- Narrator: And in a little while our boys were talking to the owner of a flying service.
- Pilot: Well, let's see, that'll run you just about a thousand dollars.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Thousand dollars! Just to get to Frostbite Falls?
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: You could *buy* the place for eight dollars cash!
- Narrator: But on the submarine, Boris wasn't as cheerful as he could have been.
- Natasha Fatale: Boris, darling, why so sad?
- Boris Badenov: I got feeling there is something I forgot.
- Natasha Fatale: What could it was?
- Boris Badenov: I don't know, but something.
- Natasha Fatale: Cheer up, darling. When we get back you will get big medal!
- Boris Badenov: Medals I got! For burning down orphanage, for kicking small dog, for taking candy from babies. Who needs medals?
- Narrator: Then, just as Rocky and Bullwinkle were about to down the lethal drink, the plane hit an air pocket and dropped suddenly.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Oh, shucks! We spilled them!
- Narrator: As the boys watched, the spilled liquid ate right through the floor of the plane.
- Natasha Fatale: Make a nice breeze, no? You like a refill?
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Well, maybe just half a cup?
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Mmm, I don't think we'd better, Bullwinkle. That stuff's a little too strong for us.