Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time

"Ohoho! Crikey, I'm starved. [gasps] Wait, is that... [sniffing] roadkill pie, slug and centipede gumbo, braised bat tacos with guanamole? Well now, what have we got here?"

"[on TV] Tired of that vile swill Papa Batfield cooks up in his filthy outhouse? C'mon down to Dingo's Diner!"

"Oy! You buggers stay outta my diner!"

"Time for a spring cleanin'."

"Hmph! Jump on a TNT crate. What am I, a bandicoot?"

"[as his diner is blown up] Argh! Bastards! I'll get every last one of yas!"

"Aww, I made all them tablecloths m'self..."

"There we are."

"[laughs] How do you like them wumpas?!"

"Uh. Got a feelin' I'm not in the bayou no more."

"You smell good enough to eat. Hehe!"

"[sees a fuse being lit] Uh-oh. [runs into the quantum rift]'"

"That's more like it! Now... which way's me diner?"

"[inhales] Stagnant water, smells like home."

"[laughs then sighs] Huh? [sees quantum rift] Ahh! Crikey, not again!"

"[sighs] Alright, gotta be another one of them shimmery things 'round here."

"Ahhh. Time to go home."

"[sees Crash, Coco, and Cortex falling down] Crikey!"

"Easy, chums. If I was here to fight, you'd be cactus."

"Yeah. Just tryna get home. I was enjoyin' the retired life, see."

"[elbow bumps Crash and chuckles]"

"Oy! What'd I miss?"

"[slaps N. Tropies with his tail] Bloody dags."

"[to Kupuna-Wa] Oy. Not that it ain't been fun, but about my ticket home..."

"Hmph. Let's see if these tall poppies know how to smoke a steak."

"Blimey! Best not to think about that."

"Hmm... does this mean I have franchise potential?"

"Am I a franchise? Could I open a restaurant... in an airport?"

"But if I franchise because I saw my future franchise... oh, bollocks, my head hurts!"

"Ugh, strewth! Who cooked it?! Heat was too high. S'why it was all rubbery inside. Subpar grill marks too."

"[on TV] Dingo's Diner is back and ready for you! Say g'day to delectable dishes inspired by my interdimensional travels. Enjoy the breeze with our innovative three-wall dining room design. Dingo's Diner: health and safety rated "D"...for "Delicious"!"

"Master, my mechanical marvel will hypnotize you an army!"

"Welcome to the show, vermin! Looking for your precious mask?"

"Not this time! I've got a backstage pass for you to get up close and personal with my weapon of mass percussion. Come ready to rock!"

"Tonight, live at the War Palace... get ready for a KILLER performance!"

"Ehehehehe chomp chomp!"

"You think you're so great with your stupid grin on your stupid face. Stupid!"

"Enough with the jumping already! Showoff."

"Minion! Leave behind nothing but a smoking crater!"

"Greasemonkey Gazette raves: A DEADLY display that will BLOW your mind (and body, into pieces.)"

"A performance so electrifying you may just spontaneously combust! Or, uh, not-so-spontaneously..."

"Scurry scurry little rats, or you'll miss the show!"

"Admittance to tonight's performance is free. First come, first TORN TO SHREDS!"

"Let's see that blood spray!"

"Frank! Filthy rodent! Kill my favorite minion will you?!"

"Just make it quick this time."

"The show of the century! Tonight, 10 p.m., and 6 feet under!"

"You're gonna be right on time... if you don't become roadkill first!"

"A spectacle so incredible you won't believe your eyes, or ears, or failing internal organs!"

"Ban-di-coot. Hmm, follow."