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Twister McGurk:
It's not the heat, it's the humility.
Kentaro Moto:
[noticing the intercom is switched on] Is this a private conversation or are we broadcasting?
Twister McGurk:
Hey, Mr. Moto! Indemnify me for these mugs!
Kentaro Moto:
Please release him, Colonel. He is my assistant... self-appointed.
Kentaro Moto:
The art of professional wrestling consists of two parts groan, two parts acting, and but one little part of skill.
Twister McGurk:
[amazed by Moto's martial arts abilities] If you was a pro, I could never get to be world champion.
Kentaro Moto:
You may depend on me retaining my amateur status.
Twister McGurk:
[in awe of judo techniques] Hey, I've seen everything, but a little shrimp like you throwing The Sailor gets me!
Kentaro Moto:
What I've used is simple, but it has served me well on many occasions.
Capt. Dahlen:
[as Moto lays in pain on a gurney] Well, Mr. Moto, you picked a bad time to get afflicted.
Kentaro Moto:
[Marr sadistically presses his foot on Moto's appendix] Unfortunately we cannot select a time for our afflictions.
Mr. Sutter:
[referring to the mysterious Puerto Rican swampland] You see, it isn't just ghosts you have to contend with but the suspicions of a dangerously ignorant people.
Kentaro Moto:
[to Twister] You can obtain the confidence of criminals when one is branded a criminal.
Kentaro Moto:
You've been a great help, and I want to thank you.
Twister McGurk:
I wanna thank you too, pal. That hold yuh showed me I'm gonna keep in my wretlin' "prepatory."复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
