- Rocket J. Squirrel: [while parachuting] Well, looks like we're safe for a little while, Bullwinkle. I better go down ahead and find a good landing place.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Go down ahead?
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Sure, did you forget? I'm a flying squirrel.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Then how come you didn't fly away when them fellers were playing shish kabob with us?
- Rocket J. Squirrel: And leave my old buddy? Never!
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: I should've knowed.
- [Boris is planning to have two hawks, with stainless steel beaks and poisonous talons, attack Rocky]
- Natasha Fatale: Oh, dahlink, you've done it again!
- Boris Badenov: Naturally.
- Natasha Fatale: But how did you ever find birds with poison talons?
- Boris Badenov: Is easy, Natasha. I called an agent.
- Natasha Fatale: Agent?
- Boris Badenov: Not an agent, really. More of a talon scout.
- Rocket J. Squirrel: [about the natives' chant] Sounds pretty ominous.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: And downright mean, too.
- Boris Badenov: Now, fiendish plot: It all starts with the professor's theory. Too much ice hit North Pole, world tips over this way, and we got new North Pole, right?
- Natasha Fatale: Right.
- Boris Badenov: And this very island will be the new North Pole.
- Natasha Fatale: But what's that got to do with...
- Boris Badenov: Think, Natasha. Who lives at North Pole?
- Natasha Fatale: Penguins.
- Boris Badenov: That's South Pole. Who lives at North Pole?
- Natasha Fatale: Give me a hint.
- Boris Badenov: You know. Jingle bells, jingle bells. Jingle, la la la.
- Natasha Fatale: Swiss Bell Ringers!
- Boris Badenov: No, no, no. With a beard and the "Ho ho ho ho!" and jingle bells, jingle bells...
- Natasha Fatale: I got it, Boris!
- Boris Badenov: Who?
- Natasha Fatale: Mitch Miller!
- Boris Badenov: Yeah... NO, YOU IDIOT WOMAN! SANTA CLAUS!
- Natasha Fatale: [gasps] Boris, you said a naughty word!