- Destro: With expendable fruits and vegetables replacing Cobra's ground troops, we can overrun the world!
- Destro: None of the Crimson Guard troopers have been able to locate the fuel sample yet.
- Cobra Commander: This is your fault, Destro! I would now have the fuel in my possession if not for your bungling!
- Destro: You're foaming at the mouth again, Cobra Commander. I wasn't even there.
- Cobra Commander: You should've been, Destro. You should've been!
- Destro: Very well. I will find the sample myself and return with it before the sun sets on another day. Anything to get away from your lunatic ravings.
- Tomax: You were arrested for
- Xamot: assaulting two policemen.
- Tomax: How could you
- Xamot: be so stupid?
- Crimson Guard #9: I didn't have much choice, did I? Cobra...
- Tomax, Xamot: Shh!
- Crimson Guard #9: Cobra Commander wouldn't have been very happy if I'd lost that fuel canister.
- Tomax: Exactly where is
- Xamot: the rocket fuel canister
- Tomax, Xamot: now?
- Crimson Guard #9: I stashed it in some guy's greenhouse.
- Tomax: But there must be
- Xamot: a thousand greenhouses in this town!
- Tomax: Wait, I've got a
- Xamot: marvelous idea.
- Tomax: We blanket the city with
- Xamot: Crimson Guards dressed like normal people.
- Tomax: We'll find the canister
- Xamot: in no time.
- Tomax, Xamot: Brilliant!
- Alpine: [after Tomax and Xamot use giant lettuce to break their fall] Imagine finding them in your salad! Yech!
- Wild Bill: [to Alpine, who asked if the other Joes are going to follow him down a rocky cliff] Hey, my momma didn't raise no mountain goat.
- Wild Bill: [after hearing Harvey explain to a crowd that G.I.Joe asked him for help] That Harvey'd do Paul Bunyan proud.
- [first lines]
- Professor Bullock: [Behind a glass window, an engine is shut off] Gentlemen, you're seeing history in the making.
- Bazooka: History?
- Alpine: Yeah. He just invented the world's biggest Roman candle.
- Bazooka: Really?
- Barbecue: This is an important ecological experimentation, Alpine. Let me show you.
- [Barbecue plucks the clipboard from Dr. Bullock's hand, pushing the professor aside as he tries to grab back his board]
- Barbecue: Professor Bullock has developed a nitrogen-based fuel that doesn't leave a trace of pollution. And as you can see, it, uh, gets more miles to the gallon.
- Professor Bullock: [snatches the clipboard back] Now, if you're finished, I have work to do!
- Barbecue: [to Alpine, Bazooka and Wild Bill] What's eatin' him?
- Professor Bullock: [during Crimson Guard #9's attempt to steal the nitrogen fuel] You must be out of your mind! I'm reporting you to your supervisor!
- Crimson Guard #9: Good luck, Professor. My supervisor's Cobra!