- April O'Neil: [enters a warehouse] Uh, Turtles, are you here?
- Shredder: [jumps out and grabs her] No, but I am!
- April O'Neil: [frightened] Shredder!
- Shredder: [drags her away] Baxter, where are your manners? Offer the young lady a seat.
- Baxter Stockman: Gladly, master.
- Shredder: [shoves her onto the chair and clamps her wrists to its arms] Make yourself comfortable, Ms. O'Neil. You may be here a very long time!
- [laughs]
- Shredder: [digs through her purse and pulls out the turtle com] Aha!
- April O'Neil: What are you doing?
- Shredder: Making sure you don't get lonely.
- [calls the turtles]
- Leonardo: The turtle communicator!
- Donatello: [answers] April, is that you?
- Shredder: Not even close.
- Donatello: It's Shredder. What do you want, you metal-faced misfit?
- Shredder: Now, now, speak with respect. I'm holding your friend April hostage.
- [holds the communicator to April's gagged mouth]
- April O'Neil: [muffled] Help! Get me out of here!
- Raphael: That's April, alright. I recognize her mumbles.
- Leonardo: All right, Shredder, where have you got her?
- Shredder: 423 Dock Street. I'll be waiting, mutants.
- Leonardo: Okay turtles, let's haul shell!
- Michaelangelo: I saw this on the late show once. the invasion of the mean, green, giant killer beanstalk. Didn't think I could say it, did ya?
- Michaelangelo: Watch it, bud. you're crushing my leaves. I may wanna wear this at the next harvest moon ball.