A specially trained squad of guinea pigs is dispatched to stop a diabolical billionaire from taking over the world.

Darwin: Hurley, get your butt outta my face.
Hurley: Get your face outta my butt!
Blaster: Is that all you got?
Connor: Ready to go for the record?
Blaster: Maybe this would be a good time to take your medication.
Ben: You all right?
Mooch: [buzzed sound] Yeah!
Ben: Good! I don't like when my fly is down.
Darwin: Blaster, do something.
Blaster: What do you suggest I do?
Mice, Mice: Poop in his hand. Poop in his hand.
Blaster: I'm pretty sure this is animal cruelty. *WOOOHOO!*
[jumps in RC car over toys]
Blaster: But I love it.
Agent Trigstad: Call for backup. Tell them we're in pursuit of three guinea pigs driving mobile spheres.
Agent Carter: OK! Actually, could you make the call?
Hurley: [running on the street during the Jerry Bruckheimers Films logo] Hey, Slow down!
Mice: Yipee, the circus.
Bucky: I hate the circus!
Hurley: Don't pay any attention to him. He's a quarter ferret.
Bucky: I have no ferret in me, Hurley. That has never been proven.
Hurley: Then why are you marked down?
Bucky: I'm on sale! Everyone goes on sale eventually.
Hurley: This should come as a surprise, but he grew up in the psych ward at UCLA.
Blaster: Yo, Jaurez, did you catch the little leg twitch at the end of my "death"? Ah! That was acting, baby. I was feeling it!
Juarez: Yes, amazing. Tell me you are not part possum.
Blaster: OK, you can laugh now, but some of those people back there were crying. It was like the end of Old Yeller.
Bucky: We all agreed this was my zone right.
mice: rRght.
Bucky: Bucky the mice will agree to anything,you guys are all idiots right.
mice: Right.
Blaster: Why are you dressed like guinea pig barbie.
Juarez: One more word like that and ill turn you into a smokeside of bacon.
Blaster: Well you are sizzling hot.
Penny: Don't you look pretty?
Juarez: [looks at her reflection] Oh, my gosh. I look like Paris Hilton's chihuahua.
Agent Carter: You're driving angry!
Agent Trigstad: [yells] Yes, I am!
Juarez: Blaster, don't drop a pellet.
Blaster: Too late.
Speckles: Actually, you may call me Mr. Yanshu. Business associate of Leonard Saber.
Darwin: You tricked Saber into helping you build Clusterstorm? How could you do this to us? I thought we were friends. I put my life on the line for you.
Leonard Saber: Yanshu was in my basement this whole time?
Ben: Yeah, and he wasn't a man. He was a mole.
Speckles: "Yanshu" is the Chinese word for mole.
Darwin: [Talking to a squirrel] What are you doin' here? Move along, pal.
Speckles: Hello, Darwin.
Darwin: Speckles, you're alive. You infiltrated the bad guy's lair. Where is he?
Speckles: I am the bad guy. What? You really think I let myself get killed in a garbage truck? Ha! Well I hid in a soup can. Rode it all the way to the city dump. And it was stinky.
Juarez: Speckles.
Blaster: I can't believe the mole was the mole.
Juarez: [to Penny] You try to put a bow on me, you're gonna lose a finger.
Blaster: That little girl has no idea know what she's in for!
Penny: I'm gonna put nail polish and lipstick on her and a dress.
Juarez: A dress? You're going to lose your whole hand!
Hurley: My stomach doesn't do well with action-adventure.
Darwin: Hurley, don't you dare.
[Hurley lets out a big fart that fogs up Darwin and Hurley's plastic ball]
Darwin: Yuck, Hurley. That's disgusting. I can't breathe.
Hurley: Roll down the window.
Blaster: These things don't have windows, Hurley!
Speckles: We've got a worm to decipher.
Darwin: You're a genius.
Speckles: I'm a mole. I got a thing for worms.
[slurps a rainworm hanging from the ceiling]

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