Butch
Mr. Tinkles. We need the inside of your twisted mind to locate Kitty Galore. If you were to build a doomsday device--
You'll never find love, you know. I can tell by the way you're sitting, so apart from the others. They wouldn't invite any ordinary cat, would they? No! [gasps] You're an agent! With M.E.O.W.S.! Spying on your own brothers and sisters? Naughty little girl. But that takes a very special kind of feline. Someone dedicated, driven and very angry. But at whom? Daddy? Who's your daddy, Catherine?! [laughs evilly]
Butch
That's enough!
Butch! You look old. And fat. And after all these years, still only a field agent?
Diggs
Listen here, you freaky cat!
What?
Diggs
We're here to talk about Kitty Galore.
Who the heck are you? That bulge under your left ear - you're implanted with an RFID microchip. I'm guessing, police work. My, my, so young to be dismissed from the force. Tell me, officer, do you hate me? Do you want to chew me up and spit me out, AS HAS BEEN DONE TO YOU, IN RELATIONSHIP AFTER RELATIONSHIP?!
Seamus
Ooh, ooh! Do me next! Do me! What colour am I thinking of?
The last bird who stood this close to me, well, I enjoyed his company with a plate of Fancy Feast and a nice saucer of milk. [makes slurping hisses, then coughs] Hairball!
