Wesley being in a constant state of panic as Cross chases him and Fox in a Car Chase Shootout.
Cross using a pet food truck, with maybe 20 bobbleheads of cats and dogs on its dashboard, and doesn't switch to another vehicle during the entire chase. It somehow manages to be in better condition than Fox's sports car by the end of the chase.
When given the task of shooting the wings off some flies, Wesley mistakes the order for some kind of Koan.
Sloan: [Hands Wesley a pistol] Shoot the wings off the flies. Wesley: [Freaked out, stammering, and panicking] I- I d- I don't know what that means! Sloan: [Looking dumbfounded and in a tone like he's speaking to a child] Shoot. The wings. Off the flies.