Whatever's going on, I assure you, I'm not involved. I'm just an innocent bystander.
Spike Rita, Rita, Rita. [laughs] Thought you could give us the slip? [Slips and falls] What are you looking at? Keep still! Come on, then! Right! Who have we got here?
I believe he said his name was Millicent Bystander.
Where are those idiots? [to his tadpoles] It's so hard to get hope these days, my boys. Yes, that's right. [The Toad speaks in a baby voice] Oh, come on out, my lovelies. Cheer your old dad up. Poor Daddy, surrounded by flithy rats in this joyless, sunless void! But don't worry, my little men. Daddy will get rid of them all! He will. They'll all be deady-weady. [The Toad kisses the jar, and his tadpoles hug their daddy from inside. Spike and Whitey arrive. The Toad hides his jar, but still has his baby voice.] Did you find it?
Spike Eh?
[snaps out of it]
Ah! Did you find it?
Spike Well, we got most of it, boss. [he and Whitey show The Toad pieces of the ruby. The Toad slaps it out of their hands]
Forget the ruby! It's the master cable that I want. The one that grubby creature Rita took.
Without it, my plan is ruined!
Spike Okay, chief. Forget the ruby. Ruby's gone. See? See? Moving on. We are now your cable guys.
Focused. Cable-centric, boss.
You need to be back in time for the World Cup Final.
Spike Oh, great! Are we watching the game together, boss?
[The Toad grows angry; cut to outside his office; Spike and Whitey get thrown through a glass window]
JUST GET THE CABLE!!!!!!!!!!
Spike Aah!
Oh, I love a happy ending.
Spike Oh, you've gone soft. I like unhappy endings, with lots of violence.
[A champagne bottle hits away Spike and press him against the wall]
Are you happy now, Spike?
[Roddy and Rita are both placed in the fridge and chained together for freezing]
Prepare to meet your maker, your ice maker. [cackles sinisterly]
[chuckling]
Makes me laugh every time.
Liquid nitrogen? That will freeze us instantly!
There's a paper clip in my back pocket. See if you can get it. [cries out in shock, then looks at Roddy, annoyed with gritted teeth] In the pocket, in the pocket!
Spike Blimey, it's cold.
That's why I wore me mittens.
Spike Huh? Hitmen don't wear mittens! Take them off! You're embarrassing me!
Well, it's all right for you. You've got little hands.
Spike I ain't got little hands!
Yeah, you have. You've got lady hands.
Spike Well, they might be small, but they're lethal weapons, these!
You've got your mother hands.