- Darkwing Duck: [after Bushroot runs him over with a snowplow] All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
- Darkwing Duck: Hmm. Something tells me that some sinister force is sapping the season's spirit.
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: [drawn from his hiding spot] I'm not really sinister, just misunderstood.
- Darkwing Duck: A-ha! Bushroot! I should've known that you were really at the root of this riotous ruckus.
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: Everyone's gotta celebrate in their own way.
- Darkwing Duck: Well... the Christmas party's over!
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: Maybe for you, but we are just warming up.
- Darkwing Duck: We?
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: Yoo-hoo! Boys...
- [His Christmas tree soldiers march up]
- Darkwing Duck: [in unison] YIPE!
- Launchpad McQuack: [in unison] YIPE!
- [Tank is staring at Bushroot in his Santa costume]
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: What are you looking at?
- Tank Muddlefoot: You don't fool me. You're not Santa. You're too skinny and too green.
- [Tank yanks on the fake beard, knocking Bushroot back into the chair]
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: [rubbing his chin] Ow! That hurts!
- [a Christmas tree grabs a giant candy cane and knocks Tank across the mall]
- [Drake carries a box of Christmas lights into the living room]
- Darkwing Duck: Ahh... Christmas, what a shame it only comes once a year. Now, then, let's get... decorative.
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: [after being chased by an angry mob] Christmas. Bah, Grubbug. Everyone treats me like last year's fruit cake.
- [an ice skater skates past Bushroot, shooting snow in his face]
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: Well, I'll fix this sappy season - and when I get done with Christmas, St. Canard will be glad it only comes once a year!
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: Calling all trees! Calling all trees! The time has come to turn the yule tide... to break your popcorn chains! To toss off your tinsels, and to rise up against your oppressors! Now, fall in, and onward to victory!
- [His Christmas tree army forms and follows him]
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: Hut, two, three four! Hut, two, three, four! Hut, two, three, four!
- [Bushroot hides and reacts to the ensuing riot]
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: [sighs] Now that's the holiday spirit.
- [Bushroot chuckles]
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: Spoiling Christmas is gonna be easier than I thought.
- Darkwing Duck: [in pursuit of Bushroot] Once again, our courageous Christmas crime fighter - that's me - searches for clues, ever watchful for the corrupt Christmas criminal.
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: [wielding Christmas lights like a lasso] That's me!
- Darkwing Duck: Yet no matter what hazards may befall him...
- [Darkwing bumps into a wall]
- Darkwing Duck: ...nothing shall deter the diligence of Darkwing Duck!
- [the lasso wraps around his beak]
- Darkwing Duck: [as he's pulled forward] Except, perhaps, a lasso of Christmas lights.
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: Sorry to pull you away from your holiday hyperbole, Darkwing.
- Darkwing Duck: [removes the lasso] No problem, bush lips!
- [draws his gas gun]
- Darkwing Duck: Now, put up your roots before I fumigate you!
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: H-h-h-hey! Careful with the gas gun now. Y-you might upset Douglas!
- Darkwing Duck: Douglas?
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: Allow me to introduce my new friend... Douglas Fir!
- [a giant Christmas tree approaches Darkwing, who can only wave nervously]
- Darkwing Duck: [having defeated Bushroot] Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, another fiendish plan nipped in the bud.