- Three-Finger: Okay, Babyface, open the valise!
- Boris Badenov: Look, let's split the swag right down the middle, huh? Even steven, 80/20.
- Narrator: But when Boris opened the satchel, the thugs seemed disappointed in the contents.
- Spike: You can have my share, Babyface.
- Boris Badenov: I can?
- Spike: Sure. What's one sock more or less?
- Boris Badenov: A sock?
- Narrator: Sure enough, all there was inside the valise were three pairs of socks.
- Boris Badenov: Some no-good no-good has switched suitcases on me!
- Three-Finger: But who?
- Boris Badenov: Who else? Them!
- Three-Finger: Them who?
- Boris Badenov: Those them who...
- [notices Rocky and Bullwinkle missing]
- Boris Badenov: Who... Who... Oh, boy! They're gone!
- Rocket J. Squirrel: So we thought you might keep this money in a nice safe cell.
- Sheriff: Sorry, boys. I can't arrest a satchel full of money. I just arrest people.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Yeah.
- Sheriff: Of course, I could arrest one of you and if you just happened to have a satchel with you...
- Rocket J. Squirrel: Swell! Go ahead.
- Sheriff: No. First you have to do something wrong.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Wrong? Sir, you are speaking of a couple of genuine TV-type heroes.
- Sheriff: Can't do anything wrong, eh?
- Rocket J. Squirrel: It's in our contract.
- Narrator: But at that moment, the handle of the worrisome suitcase broke and it fell on Bullwinkle's foot.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: OOOWWW!
- Sheriff: That does it!
- Narrator: And in the twinkling, Bullwinkle found himself and the money safely behind bars in a basement cell.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: How come? How come?
- Sheriff: Disturbing the peace.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Whose?
- Sheriff: Mine.
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Oh.
- Boris Badenov: Give me that suitcase!
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: Uh-oh! A talking termite!
- Boris Badenov: Let go of suitcase, you big boob!
- Bullwinkle J. Moose: In dialect yet. Let go yourself, you thieving, scoundrelly insect!
- Boris Badenov: Flattery will get you nowhere.