"It's the filly. It always is. Hey! Hey, she's from Philly. I didn't know she was from Philly. Oh, man, I love those Philly cheese steaks. Or any kind of cheese, really. Or, actually, any kind of food from anywhere... especially candy and poop. What were we talking about?"

"Hey, we made it, man. Nice. I'm sure that beats flying."

"Oh, come on, man. That song's already ruined. You need some good tunes like this. [Imitates guitar and sings] Can't touch this./Music hits me so hard/Makes me say "Oh, my Lord./Thank you for giving me with a mind to rhyme and a do-da-dee...""

"I want to ride on Mother Goose!"

"I want my mommy!"

"How can they allow this to happen?"

"Stop calling me names!"

"I love Mother Goose! I also love Nursery songs!"

"Hey, are you a small horse or some sort of an ass? 'Cause you look like an ass to me."

"Boy, will you get a load of this dump? Even old MacDonald wouldn't want this farm. But it's perfect. Miles from the Jersey shore, not an ocean in sight, not even a birdbath. No one will look for a classy guy like the Goose here. Oh, oh, watch where you're going. That's my knees!"

"So, that's how we land in the big city. If there's no parking space, you make one. Any of you mugs got a problem with that?"

"All right, because you look a little slow, I'll skip the salad and get right to the risotto. Let's just say I'm having a little disagreement with my family. We disagree on whether or not they should whack me. Name's Goose."

"Well, like my momma used to say, "You can put your boots in the oven, but that won't make 'em biscuits.""

"Oh, you're funny. But there's only room for one wise guy on this farm. And by the way, you should know that Goose is a name that strikes fear into anyone on the East Coast."

"Okay, adjust for the wind. Nice level flight. Come on, Goose, use the Force."

"Proof? You want proof, huh? You see, Rusty the rotating rooster up there? Huh? Huh? He's about to get Goosed."

"Watch it, stumpy. I'd cut you off at the knees, but it looks like somebody's beat me to it."

"Hey, be careful, pony boy, or someday somebody's gonna wake up with your head in their bed."

"Look, here's the whole spaghetti sauce. I'm a hit bird. And when Sammy the [w:Gull|Gull] needs a lesson taught, the Goose is the guy he calls. Only this last job, I had a little mishap. Instead of hitting Freddie the [w:Flamingo|Flamingo] like I was supposed to, I hit Sammy's capo, Johnny [w:Stork|Stork]anado. And now Sammy, Freddie, and Johnny, they're all after me."

"Let me guess: His parole officer's caught up with him. Don't let him take you alive, kid."

"Let me tell you something. I've made a few clams on the [w:Ponies ponies]. This guy's all hair and no brains."

"[As he is attacking the motorcycle] Okasaka! Slap-a-face-a! Break-a-bones-a! Ha, he, ha, he, he, he, ha, he, ha, ha, ha, he!"

"Hey, moron! Up here!"

"[Flying over the Walsh farm] Would ya get a load 'a this dump?! Even old McDonald wouldn't want this farm."