~Racetrack
Dutchy: (quietly) "Uh...Race?"
Racetrack: "...Yeah?"
Dutchy: "What do I do now?"
Racetrack: (calmly) "Well... You run Dutchy."
~Dutchy and Racetrack noting a very angry Oscar Delancey.
"Ya know, for a best friend, ya are an evil #@$%."
~Stretch to Specs
Kloppman: "Wake up Specs! Open your eyes!"
Specs: (sardonically) "Well gee, if I get to wake up to your smiling face Klopps, why wouldn't I?"
Racetrack: "Maybe cause ya see just as well with them shut."
~Kloppman, Racetrack, and Specs waking up to another beautiful day.
"ONCE AGAIN, THE OBVIOUS STRETCH STRIKES AGAIN!! Watch her make any sentence into something you magically ALREADY KNEW!!!"
~Specs
Brink: "Hey, look!! It's Stretch!"
Skittery: "Yeah... and Specs is openin da door for her!
Brink: "....and closing it on Snipershooter..."
~Skittery and Brink taking note of the Lady Stretch and her disfunctional entourage.
Stretch: "Why, I am doing quite well Bumlets. Thank you for asking. And how about yourself?"
Racetrack: "Nice, but he won't understand ya till ya speak English again Stretch."
~Lady Stretch and Racetrack as she addresses the common-folk.
Racetrack: "Gentleman. Mission Accomplished."
The newsboys cheered as Specs, Skittery and Blink appeared behind the triumphant Italian, each carrying a girl captive...
Flee: "...they're all in on this?"
Brink: "-ya gotta be kiddin me..."
Fantasy: "Tha's the last time we leave Racetrack unsupervised. End of story."
~The newly-captive girls commenting on the extreme lengths and collaboration of the guys' heist...
Fantasy: (clears her throat) "As entertaining as this is... M'still hungry!"
Skittery: "Imagine that."
Fantasy: "An what's that s'posed ta mean?"
Skittery: "Uh...it...means we'se always starvin cause we gotta always on these two buffons ta shut up so wese can order!"
Hearing Skittery's recovery, Specs and Racetrack both turned on cue to stare dully at him.
Racetrack: "Real nice Skittery. -Did I ever tell ya how much I love that shirt?"
Specs: "Yeah s'great how the pink really brings out your feminine side!"
Racetrack: "Ya mean the side that cries and presses flowers?"
Specs: "No, I mean his girly side."
Racetrack: "Oooh."
~Further typical banter at Tibby's as these mouths run better on insults than food...
"Ya know, you're becomin less of an asset and more of an ass as we go.."
~Racetrack commenting on the ever-helpful Kid Blink
Blink: "Hey Race, it's been near 10 minutes. What're we just sittin here for?"
Racetrack stood and narrowed his eyes in disbelief.
Racetrack: "We've been lookin for Specs!!"
Skittery: "Huh? I saw him headin towards the Lodgins bout 15 minutes ago-"
The Italian's stare was blank for about four seconds before he nearly exploded, promptly removing his hat and beating his two friends with it.
Racetrack: "Ya mean ta tell me we've been sittin here all this time and you morons saw him walkin past even before we got here?!? What-" (hit) "the-" (hit) "hell-" (hit) "is-" (hit) "wrong-" (hit) "with-" (hit) "you two!?" (hit hit hit hit hit)
~Racetrack dealing with the ever-helpful Kid Blink and Skittery
Racetrack: "Well g'morning Sleeping Beauty, but m'afraid we don't condone this sorta thing in the Kloppman Lodgings. We have a reputation to uphold ya know..."
Stretch: "Ah shut up Race."
~After finding Stretch asleep in Specs' bed.
Racetrack: "Shouldn't ya be in your own Lodgings yet Stretch? I do believe you ARE payin for a bed over there...perhaps you should give it some use every once and a while instead of wearin out the springs on Specs' mattress here."
~And again...