- Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the weed whacker in the garden of evil! I am Darkwing Duck!
- [he looks around and sees Bushroot hiding under a table]
- Darkwing Duck: You'd better get tough in a hurry, Bushroot.
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: Hey, I don't have to get tough. My daisy already is!
- Darkwing Duck: The bigger they are, the harder they-
- [as Daisy does such]
- Darkwing Duck: pound me into the ground.
- [Launchpad grabs a shovel and races to intervene, only for to be knocked down. Daisy rolls Darkwing into a ball and dribbles him into a waste basket]
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: [grabbing his bottles of fertilizer] And the final score: plants, one; Darkwing Duck, a basket case!
- [He and his plant companions flee the scene]
- Dr. Reginald Bushroot: With this fertilizer, I'll make a whole bombastic bouquet do my dirty work.
- [Darkwing and Launchpad emerge from flower pots]
- Darkwing Duck: It's harvest time, you lowlife legume. You've soiled this town long enough, Bushroot.
- Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard: Come on, Honk. Let's do some gardening.
- [They spray weed killer at a vine holding Launchpad, causing it to drop him]
- Drake Mallard: Honkman, you spend too much time indoors.
- Honker Muddlefoot: Yes, sir. But I was just examining the fertilizer. It's unusually strong.
- Drake Mallard: Well, plug your nose and forget about it.
- [opens a window]
- Drake Mallard: You kids should get outside, run along,
- [sniffing]
- Drake Mallard: breathe some fresh air!
- Honker Muddlefoot: It's dark out, sir.
- Launchpad McQuack: How about *this* entrance line? "I am the snail that wastes all your leaves." Pretty good, huh?