"I'll tell you what my truck needs: Leadership. Detroit hasn't felt any real pride since George Bush went to Japan and vomited on their auto executives."

"In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines. They left the house at half past nine, in two straight lines, rain or shine. The smallest one was Madeline."

"Do you have everything you need for your first day? Paper, pencils, spark plugs, lemon drops?"

"That one looks like a daffodil!"

"Come in, Truman."

"Why is everybody running around like crazy?"

"Stupid dog! You made me look bad!"

"Commander Andru, the Glorft have found us. Perimeter defenses are failing. We're being overrun."

"We'll get you down, Whiskers."

"Welcome to our Clubhouse! Are you ready to play? Swell!"

"Good morning Finger! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 100! Honeybee Troop Bessie Higgenbottom! Reporting for duty! Hi mom! Bye mom!"

"Yo, Seismo! Hey man, what you ups to?"

"I'm Mr. Frog. This is my show. I eat the bug. I ate the bug. This is the end. I love you."

"Hey everyone, it's me Molly!"

"Hmm! The poster for our show turned out pretty well, Tooey."

"Well, Professor Knight, how'd I do?"

"Welcome aboard! Hey, come on, I want you to meet the team!"

"Another perfect day in my hometown. Population: not very many. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and I'm doing a little sketching under my favorite tree."

"Special Delivery from the Middlemost Post!"

"Okay. So, Cat and I are on a farm."

"The school concert is tomorrow, Max. And I get to play, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star"!"

"Heh-heh-ha-ha-ha! Woo-hoo!!!"

"Welcome to the City of Frank. 85 trillion cells and still growing, which is getting to be a big problem. Y'see, when a body gets this old and congested, there's a lot more upkeep. And in Frank, everybody's workin' overtime. I should know. The name's Jones. Osmosis Jones. I'm a cop. That's my partner Drix. He's a pill, but he's cool. We got a tip that Scarlet Fever's visiting a chop shop south of the stomach, below the beltway, deep in bowel town. I've been after this bad booty bacteria half my life. He wasn't gettin' away this time."

"Hey! This is an interactive show. That means you gotta select the correct answers. [gets a pillar dropped on by Rowdy; weakly] Enjoy the show..."

"Alright, Beef Burrito. I'm gonna give you one more chance to take back what you said about my mom! I'LL KILL YOU!"

"[howls] Rubble on the double! Whee!"

"So Ferb, what do you wanna do today? What about Perry? What does he wanna do? Well, he is a platypus. They don't do much. I, for one, am starting to get bored. And boredom is something I will not put. The first thing they're gonna ask us when we get back to school is what we did over the summer! I mean, no school for three months; our lives should be a rollercoaster. And I mean a good rollercoaster. Not like the one we rode at the Street Fair. Man, that was lame. Why, if I built a rollercoaster, I would...That's it! I know what we're gonna do today!"

"What's that all about?"

"The day I turned 16, I got my driver's license, and suddenly, I was free! I could be out in the open road with nothing but my own dreams to guide me! I could let the wind of adventure blow through my hair as the beckoning horizon pulls me ever onward! But instead, I'm just driving my little sister to and from soccer in my mom's minivan."

"Uh, out of my seat, shortstack!"

"In the beginning, there was darkness. Then there was... Me! Tater Ramirez Humphrey! Me, a lump of clay. Me, searching for my true self. But soon... I will achieve my final form! But I don't know what it'll be until I'd get a little QUIET!!!"

"Okay, new Earth game. I call it: Solar System!"

"Look at you, man! You're a full-grown cat still watching cartoons! Why, you're three years old! Do you know what that is in human years? Oh, listen to me, man. I'm your friend. Don't you know cartoons will ruin your mind? Look what it's done to your brain!"

"Morty! You gotta come on. Jus'...you gotta come with me."

"Heffer, we're mates, right?"

"I had it with you, you're a useless and pathetic thing like a useless and pathetic thing, this IS the last straw you Good for nothing of rubbish... PREPARE TO FEEL MY WRATH!! That will teach you."

"Wow, the base is loaded with two outs and Johnny Hitswell is up to bat. We might actually win the game for a change."

"Once again, I am free to smite the world as I did in days long past."

"All right, Yay!"

"Ooh, careful, Homer."

"School days, school days, teacher's golden ru..."

"Missing your friends?"

"Captain's log, Stardate 57436.2. The Cerritos is docked at Douglas Station for routine maintenance and resupply. We will soon set course for the capital planet of the Galar system, where we're scheduled to make second contact with the Galardonian High Council. First contact is a delicate, high-stakes operation of diplomacy. One must be ready for anything when Humanity is interacting with alien race for the first time. But we don't do that. Our specialty is second contact. Still pretty important. We get all the paperwork signed, make sure we're spelling the name of the planet right, get to know all the good places to eat."

"It's no use Sparkleface. We'll be trapped in the candy dungeon, FOREVER!"

"Don't give up Butterbean. Great! Right in the middle of the best part of Pretty Pretty Pegasus!"

"Timothy, You have mail."

"All right, you guys, settle down. With a little luck, they may never find out we're aboard. We can sleep here every night, mingle with passengers during the day. Benny can slip us some food from the dining room. We'll have a ball. Okay, Spook, what was in that suitcase?"

"For as long as anyone can remember, the happiest, the sunniest, singingest creatures in all the world were my people, the Trolls."

"UGH!! I hate red lights! Come on, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!!"

"Hey, sibs! Remember when we had our DNA tested?"