Transcript:
Rip: We're almost to the plane-
TNT: Do you smell gasoline?
Rip: It's dry - the engine won't turn over.
Fawn: The gas tank must've punctured when I crash landed.
Rip: Yup - it's dryer than Sly Stallone's wit!
TNT: Rip!
Rip: Sweet daddy McDeath - claws!