Marlene: Here's a little something I try to keep close to my heart. Try to look for the best in people, because you'll always find it. Huh? Skipper: That's cute and naive, Marlene. Manfredi and Johnson were cute and naive - well, Manfredi was the cute one - 'till the little Nairobi surprise party. Marlene: Friendliness beats paranoia. Boop. Skipper: Still cute, still naive. Marlene: Ooooh!
Skipper: Stay alert, men. We might not be dealing with 115.384 otters at all. We could be dealing with one enormous mutated 1,500-pound otter. Kowalski: Or six large, semi-mutated 250-pound otters. Private: Or 1,500 tiny one-pound otters. Right, Skipper? Skipper: I like where your head's at, Private. Marlene: Yeah, it's so not otters. Skipper: Is it because of how horribly mutated they are? Marlene: What? No! It's because my roommate is a walrus. Kowalski: For the record, is this walrus spy mutated in any way?
Marlene: Is that my hairbrush? Rhonda: Oh, is this yours? Here, I'm done with it anyway. Just be sure to clean it before you give it back. Marlene: Give it back? But it's my hairbrush. Rhonda: [sternly] That's what I said. Just be sure to clean it before you give it back. Okay?
Skipper: Kowalski, options. Kowalski: Only one, Skipper. Close your eyes so you don't see it coming.
Marlene: Guys, I have a door, right over there. Private: Sorry, Marlene. Kowalski: Skipper thought you should see this. Private: The zoo transfer papers. Kowalski: According to this, your interloper - er, roommate - arrived in port this morning, on a class-F freighter. Marlene: And? Private: A class-F freighter is for animals weighing 1,500 pounds or more. Kowalski: If the average otter weighs 13 pounds, that means exactly 115.384 otters are headed this way.
Marlene: Hi, I'm Marlene. You must be... Rhonda: Rat! [swats at Marlene] Rhonda: Disgusting creature! Go away! Shoo! Marlene: Wait! I'm not a rat! Rhonda: Really? Because with that face, you must get mistaken for a rat all the time.
Skipper: Well, I guess she wasn't a spy after all. Kowalski: Marlene, have you seen my invention anywhere? Marlene: It's right over... that is it was... lying right over... there? [Cut to Rhonda in the crate, holding Kowalski's invention and speaking into a walkie-talkie] Rhonda: [British accent] This is Agent 12 calling Dr. Blowhole with a priority one coded alert. Take me out to the ball game. Repeat, take me out to the ball game. Agent 12 out.
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