Signalman: Hello, Thomas. What are you doing here? Thomas: I'm pulling a train. Can't you see? Signalman: Where are your coaches, then? [Thomas looks back in shock] Thomas: Why, bless me! If we haven't left them behind! Signalman: Yes. You'd better go back quickly and fetch them. .
Grizzly: Oh, Ill bring it by tomorrow! Yes ; ; ;, winky winky winky. This is our chance, bros, to let the people know who we really are. Chloe wont mind if we make a couple adjustments. Break out the sugary drinks! We have a project to write! .
Thomas: PHEW! What a funny smell! Can you smell a smell? Annie: I can't smell a smell. Thomas: A funny, musty sort of smell. Gordon: No one noticed it 'til you did. It must be yours. Narrator: Not long ago, he had fallen into a dirty ditch. Thomas enjoyed teasing him about it. Thomas: Annie, Clarabel, do you know what I think it is? It's ditch water! .
[Gordon notices Edward approaching the coaches] Gordon: Hmph! That's no use. Edward can't push the train! [Edward pushes as hard as possible, but the coaches are too heavy] Gordon: I told you so! Why not let Henry try? The Fat Controller: Yes! I will! .
Thomas: [after falling down the mine] Fire and smoke! I'm sunk! Oh, dear! I am a silly engine! The Fat Controller: [smiles] And a very naughty one, too. I saw you. Thomas: Please get me out. I won't do it again. The Fat Controller: I'm not sure. We can't lift you out with a crane. The ground's not firm enough. Hmm... Let me see... I wonder if Gordon could pull you out? Thomas: [nervously] Yes, Sir. .