[The Dedenne darts back up York's shoulder, chitters at his trainer, and starts calmly grooming its face. He ain't even bothered.]

Hey, don't worry about Manhattan. If anything tries to hurt him, bam--[He claps softly and mimes taking off like a rocket.]--he's out of there so fast you can't even see him. Like--hey, you know Speedy Gonzales, right? Old cartoon?