- Evilla Cruella: I want that idol. It's mine by right of my ancestry!
- Drago: Perhaps, but I thought you were from Hobokin.
- Evilla Cruella: Hobokin? Well, my grandpa did settle there, but my real destiny is the empire of Moronica.
- Drago: Yes, of course. This is all very unfortunate.
- Evilla Cruella: I entrusted my spies to bring me my idol. We had it, but it slipped away. And I want it back.
- Drago: How can we help you achieve your goals, mistress?
- Evilla Cruella: I must have that idol. It alone has the location of the Temple of Eros. With it, I can acquire the Tiara of Ayesha and rule all of Moronica.
- Drago: And then you will be the supreme empress of Moronica.
- Evilla Cruella: Suits me well, don't you think?
- Drago: It does, indeed.
- Evilla Cruella: Then get me that idol! I don't care how you do it, or by what means! Just bring it back to me.
- Drago: I understand that Dr. Jones, the eminent archaeologist, has it in her possession.
- Evilla Cruella: Then you know what to do. Rally your spies in America, and get me that idol!
- Drago: At your command.
- [walks out of the room]
- Evilla Cruella: [raises her clenched fist] I will have that idol, or else!
- [laughs wickedly with an evil smile]
- Carol: I studied Reiki in college.
- Bikini Jones: Reiki?
- Carol: Reiki-Tikki-Tavi. The art of sensuous mongoose massage.
- Bikini Jones: [holding the idol in her hands] Hmm. You will look spectacular in my trophy case.
- Security guard: [arrives and points a gun at Bikini Jones] Freeze! Put your hands up!
- Bikini Jones: [puts down the idol and raises her hands] Easy, lady.
- Security guard: What are you doing in here?
- Bikini Jones: Well, let me guess... silent alarm?
- Security guard: That's right. Now I asked you, what were you doing?
- Bikini Jones: What's it look like, Einstein?
- [puts down her hands]
- Bikini Jones: I'm the cleaning lady. I'm cleaning up.
- Security guard: How'd you get in here? All the doors are locked.
- Bikini Jones: Can I help it? I get paid to clean! I finished three floors; this was my last stop.
- Security guard: That's right. I saw you on the second floor.
- [puts down the gun]
- Security guard: You do good work.
- Bikini Jones: [giggles] Thanks! I try.
- Security guard: Well, I guess there's no harm done. We'd better not let anybody know about this. They'll fire one of us for sure.
- Bikini Jones: Why would I tell anyone? I don't want to lose my job.
- Security guard: Well, me, either. So we agree? This never happened.
- Bikini Jones: What happened?
- Security guard: Yeah. That's the idea.
- Bikini Jones: You know, my shift is over now. What do you say? You and me seal the deal? This way neither one of us is tempted to talk about it later.
- Security guard: You mean... you and me?
- Bikini Jones: Right here on the desk.
- Security guard: Well...
- [turns her head to look if anyone is around, then turns back to Bikini Jones]
- Security guard: I guess no one will miss me for a little while.
- Bikini Jones: [giggles] Great! Let's not waste any time.