- Kit Cloudkicker: Wait, Miss Cunningham. Let us teach him some manners and I promise you, by Saturday night, he'll be ready to rub elbows with the filthy rich.
- Wildcat: Sure! He's already filthy.
- Rebecca Cunningham: Well... .
- Kit Cloudkicker: You may never get another chance to hobnob with the snobs.
- Rebecca Cunningham: I must have been out of mind to think I could ask Baloo.
- Baloo: Ask me what?
- Rebecca Cunningham: Nothing.
- Kit Cloudkicker: Miss Cunningham wants to know if you'll take her to that fancy businessman's dinner.
- Baloo: Dinner? Now, that's my kind of business.
- Rebecca Cunningham: No, I don't think this is such a good idea. It's fancy and formal and, well... you wouldn't fit in.
- Baloo: Why? Are the doorways too small?
- Rebecca Cunningham: Oh, Baloo!
- Baloo: Easy, Becky. Everything's fine.
- Rebecca Cunningham: No, it isn't! Owl Capone is back. We've gotta help the guests.
- Baloo: Now give me one good reason why I should bail out those snotty-nosed moneygrubbers.
- Rebecca Cunningham: 'Cause you're better than them.
- Baloo: ...Good answer. Let's go.