Donald holds a Duck Avenger costume: *is planning to secretly puncture the tires of Uncle Scrooge's car*
Donald: It's just silly prank.
Donald: What could have gone wrong?
[Few years later]
Donald: [is a superhero who protects his city, fights with alliens or in other dimentions and is risking his life everyday and almost died several times.]
Scrooge: Comparing Donald and Della is like comparing apples and oranges.
Donald: We’re both unique in our own ways?
Scrooge: Apples are superior in every way and all oranges should be eliminated.
Della: Which one of us is the orange?
Dewey: Don't go to the living room.
Louie: Why?
Dewey: I saw a spider.
Louie: Did you kill it?
Dewey: I have two arms and it has eight.
Dewey: It's not fair.
Donald: You *what*?! No roast?! You idiot, Della! You total idiot! That was *your* job, you big palooka! You cretin! You’re a- *angry quacking noises*
Della: {on the brink of tears} It was a joke, Donnie. I was joking. It was a Christmas *joke*.
Donald: {composure regained} Oh. Oh, I see. Oh.
Della: Of course I’ve got a roast. It’s an organic roast. I took ages researching it online. It’s going to be delicious. {shows Donald the roast in the fridge}
Donald: That-that looks like a lovely roast. I’m sorry, I-I…flew off the handle a bit.
Della: {still a bit upset} That wasn’t very Christmassy.
“I built a sophisticated robot who is capable of many things and he has decided to those abilities to blindfold himself and play a game where you get candy by mindlessly batting a papier-mâché project shaped like a donkey. It’s fine! I’m fine! Everything is fine!”
Scrooge: Wait... ARE YE TELLING ME THAT I COULD HAVE RAISED MY OWN DAUGHTER ALL THIS TIME???
Della: AND I WOULD NEVER KNOW ABOUT THE SPEAR OF SELENE, AND RAISE MY TRIPLETS SINCE THEY HATCHED FROM THE EGGS????
Donald: AND I COULD SPEND MY YOUTH IN THE RIGHT WAY DOING NORMAL YOUNG PEOPLE THINGS INSTEAD OF RAISING MY BABY NEPHEWS AND STARVING IN A DEEP DEPRESSION????
Scrooge & Della: Donald?
Scrooge: *looking to Bradford* WHY DIDN'T YE TELL ME????
Della: We are not mad. We are just disappointed.
Donald: No, we are mad.
Della: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.
Donald: No, we’re not!
Della: I am not a mind reader, Donald!