- [singing]
- Bartok: Bartok, the magnificent, the specifically terrifically magnificent! A mammal so inflammable he saved the day, thanks to B-A-R-T-O-K!
- Bartok: [entering Oble's lair] Hello, good sir!
- [Oble turns around]
- Bartok: Yes, very good. Uh, we come bearing gifts, sir.
- [Oble brandishes his mallet]
- Bartok: Uh, well, not real gifts, but gifts of warmth and affection...
- [Oble approaches him]
- Bartok: ... in exchange for which we'd just love to bring your headdress back to Baba Yaga...
- Oble: Aaba Raaba? Pee wan foof poo mee nana!
- Zozi: What did he say?
- Bartok: I just don't have a clue.
- Oble: Diction, my dear boy; it can make all the difference in the world. Carry on, Bartok!
- [Fire surrounds Bartok]
- Bartok: Okay, hot, hot! Oh, that's hot! It's hot, it's hot!
- Oble: Manna ooo boorin eeeeear?
- Bartok: Yeah, you and me both, my friend, I'm sure. We just need to get that crown of yours and we'll be on our way.
- [Oble starts angrily screaming and chasing after Bartok]