Elsa: I'm hungry too. What's for breakfast?
Fred: Sheriff, on toast.
Elsa: Dig that nitty-gritty.
Merrie: I was big enough before.
Mike: Who got the Goo?
Genius: They got it. One of them ran off with it. I was going to stop him, but.
Nancy: But what?
Genius: Reasons of pure logic. He was bigger than me.
Genius: This time I was sure I had it. It's a very elusive formula.
Elsa: Had what, kiddo?
Genius: Kiddo? I prefer to be called Genius, if you don't mind.
Elsa: Okay, Genius, no offence. What formula?
Genius: For the Goo. There's not much of it, and they want me to make some more. But it's not easy.
Elsa: Why don't we go for a walk, Genius? I'll buy you an ice cream cone.
Genius: I never touch it. It's high in cholesterol. But I'll go for a walk with you.
Elsa: Okay.
Merrie: Oh don't make book on it. When Fred wants something, he usually gets it.
Sheriff: You'll regret this! You mark my words.
Jean: Save your bad temper, Sheriff. See if you can find a better use for it.
