Professor Fate: Leslie escaped?
General: With a small friar.
Professor Fate: Leslie escaped with a chicken?
Leslie: Are you a native of Borracho?
Lily Olay: I ain't no native, I was born here.
Max: Rise and shine, Professor.
Professor Fate: You rise! You shine.
Professor Fate: What's next?
Max: Car number five, the engine falls out.
Professor Fate: Car number five! Ha ha ha ha... Er, Max, we're number five.
Professor Fate: Press the button Max!
Cowboy: He's lucky Texas Jack ain't around... he'd gun that dude for sure.
Professor Fate: Pardon me, Mr. Pahd-nuh, who is this Texas Jack?
Cowboy: WHO'S texas jack?
Professor Fate: Who?
Cowboy: The roughest, toughest gunslinger in these parts... Lilly's his girl.
Professor Fate: Whoo, hoo, hoo... Lilly's his girl.
Max: Terrific.
Texas Jack: Now, can I get me some fightin' room?
Leslie: It's been my experience, General, that there is little advantage to winning if one wins too easily.
Prince Hapnik: Rah! Oh oh, rah! Oh rah! Oh rah ah ah! What do you think of that, General?
General: An admirable point of view, for anyone but a soldier. In my profession, to win is imperative. To win easily is a blessing.
Mayor of Boracho: Citizens of Borracho.
Professor Fate: The world is mine.
Max: The world is ours.
Prince Hapnick: You! You're the cause of it all! It was your idea.
General: No, no your highness... Baron von Schtupp.
Prince Hapnik: I don't care, I don't care! You're banished. I'm getting a new tucker-inner! Banished, banished, banished.
Professor Fate: She's his Achilles heel, she's our ace in the hole - she must not be left behind.
Maggie: Come and get it!
Max: Maybe she don't mean us.
Professor Fate: Sh-sh-sh-sh-shut up.
Maggie DuBois: You mean amazing because I'm a woman.
Max: Here come the Marines.
Professor Fate: What'd I tell you? I said she'd win the race for us, the bubble-headed vixen.
Leslie: Minutes have made the difference in survival, Miss DuBois.
Maggie DuBois: Max, you little rat! I'll get you for this.
Chosen answer: The cars and drivers were supposed to make the trip by ship from North America across the Bering Strait to a Russian port, where they would resume the race. As it happened, Leslie and Fate were stranded in a blizzard on the North American side before they reached the ship. The ice beneath their cars unexpectedly broke away and drifted across the Bering Strait, improbably arriving at the intended destination port in Russia. As they drift into port, we see Leslie's right-hand man, Hezekiah, waving at them from the Russian dock, which is only possible if Hezekiah made the journey by the very ship that Leslie and Fate missed.
Charles Austin Miller