- Shvizelton Cop 1: Welcome to Shvizelton jail. Enjoy your stay. Oh, and you're entitled to one call.
- Sam: Okay, one call.
- [He goes to the window and yells out of it]
- Sam: GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYYYYY!
- Shvizelton Cop 1: [catching up to Sam on the tower] I'm sorry, but I really do need to arrest you now. Did you find your friends?
- Sam: [heaving a heavy sigh] No. I lost them.
- Shvizelton Cop 1: [sympathetically] Oh.
- [He kneels down and hugs Sam]
- Shvizelton Cop 1: May I arrest you now?
- Sam: [defeated] Yeah. You're a really good hugger.
- Glutz: What's the word on the street about the Chickeraffe Bandits?
- Shvizelton Neighbor 3: Oh, no. Here in South Shvizelton, we don't like to gossip.
- Glutz: How about in North Shvizelton?
- [She grabs the citizen by the shoulders and places him in North Shvizleton. His expression changes from complacent to nasty]
- Shvizelton Neighbor 3: They caught one of those Chickeraffe boys. Got him locked up in jail. Also, my neighbor Phyllis says her fruit loaf is homemade, but it's really store-bought.
- Sam: Guess what they serve here! Green eggs and ham. Try some?
- Guy: Ugh, no!
- Sam: They're surprisingly good with a mouse.
- Guy: I will not eat them with a mouse. I'm fine with oat mush.
- Mouse: I don't want to eat them with you either, you filthy son of a-
- [Cut back to Sam and Guy's perspective, where all we hear is squeaking]
- Sam: [listening to the mouse's song] Yeah. I understood none of that, but I'm gonna call you Squeaky.