"Brighton...A place where dreams are born and turnips are grown. We may be a small town...but we've got an enlarged heart. And I'm proud to call this my forever home. My dream is to enhappify Brighton. And then to get the word enhappify in the dictionary. So choose me, Molly McGee, as Brighton's Mayor for a Day!"

"Check my chops on this fill! It's called freestyle music, and I'm exploding it!"

"Do you believe in ghosts? Join me, Hunter Spector, spectre hunter, leader of the Academy of Really Good Ghost Hunters, or ARGGH! As I descend into the scariest place in any home, the basement! Sunday night at 8 PM! Don't miss it, or you'll be left in the dark! ARGGH!"

"It's the day before Christmas and there's no better time to be in the Loud House."

"Today is the Fifth Grade Internship Fair and Clyde and I are making sure to put our best foot forward. 'Cause there's only one place we wanna work..."

"Flip's Food & Fuel!"

"1,797, 1,798, 1,799...1800!"

"Yo, Chunk! Right on time, dude!"

"Gah! Lalo, what the heck, dude?"

"Wear lucky underwear. Check. Wear new jeans. Check. Put on best polo. Check. Things are pretty crazy around the Loud House this morning."

"There's no escape, Agent Steele! Going somewhere?"

"That looks delicious!"

"A little more to your left. Okay, hold out your right arm. Bend it 55 degrees now. Lift the satellite a little higher. Now, right leg up. We got it!"

"A little higher on the right. Little higher. Now a little lower. A little lower. It has to be perfect for Lori!"

"I've got you now Bird-brain. There's nowhere for you to hide."

"Gatos! Gatos! Gatos! Gatos!"

"Thomas is a tank engine who lives at the big station on the Island of Sodor. He's a cheeky little engine with six small wheels, a short stumpy funnel, a short stumpy boiler, and a short stumpy dome."

"Wake up, Lazybones! Why can't you work hard like me?"

"Whoa...! And just one more track and I'll beat my "Stack the Tracks" record!"

"Yo! We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I'm your host, Chris McLean. Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right now! [moves to Dock of Shame] Here's the deal, twenty-two campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other, then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers. Every three days, one team will either win a reward, or watch one of their team members walk down the Dock of Shame. Take a ride on the loser boat, ha ha, and leave Total Drama Island, for good. [moves to campfire pit] Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremonies where each week, all, but one camper will receive...a marshmallow. [takes a bite of one marshmallow] In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which let's face it: they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle... Black flies, [flies buzzing] Grizzly bears, [grizzly bear roars] Disgusting camp food... and each other. Every moment, we'll be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here, right now on Total Drama Island!"

"This is Toronto, the capital of North America, birthplace of funk where the Albino panther roams free. Beneath my size-13 brogues, 18 teams are arriving at this historic train station ready to embark on a race around the world. I'm your host, Don. And this is The Ridonculous Race!"

"Guys! Guys! Guys? Guess what?!"

"Wake up, sleepy head! The sun's been up for ages!"

"Bloom, say hello to your mother for me."

"No time. I'll be found out any second now."

"Summer was over and it was my first day back at Alfea. I was officially a sophomore!"

"I'll take this one to Mom's, that one to Dad's, no, wait! I need the blue top for Mom's picnic. But then I should have the red dress for Dad's royal parade."

"I'll bring this dress to Mom's for her garden tea and, let's see...hmmm, these to Dad's for the royal parade. Boy, packing for vacation when your parents are separated is way complicated. Do you think the garden tea dress should go to Dad's for open palace day?"

"I'll take this blouse to Mom's and that dress to Dad's. No, wait! I need the blue top for Mom's picnic. Oh, but then I'll need the red dress for Dad's royal parade."

"Ah, a new year has started at Alfea."

"I can't believe we're back at Alfea!"

"Whoo-hoo! Hello, Gardenia!"

"Come on, you two!"

"Last stop, Alfea! Here we are!"

"Look at that!"

"My dear Pixieville Pixies, welcome to the celebration! Once again the protection spell will defend us from all outside dangers throughout the year! At this time we'd like to celebrate The Tree of Life! Let's all give thanks to it! An energy flows inside the tree and a sparkle of that power shines in each of its MagicPops! This year more pixies will earn their MagicPop by discovering their talent and using it for good. Caramel, Martino and Amore were the last Pixies to earn a MagicPop!"

"No sign of suspect in sector one."

"Smile for the camera."

"Wait, stop! I just wanna punch you!"

"Just east of Northwestville and south of Gubai, a town known as Glurfsburg might catch your eye. Our story starts here; who knows what's in store? It begins with a kite, then...SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! That's a ninja! This is Dr. Seuss, so I wasn't expecting a ni - oh, WHY WOULD YOU CUT THE LINE?!?!"

"So, what do you guys wanna show me?"

"Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light. Angels that worshiped good and shielded all from evil. Lucifer was one of these angels. He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation. But, he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven. For they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world."

"Thank you, Gunbarrel City! Goodnight! Guess we can skip the encore."

"Small, get in here!"

"Welcome to Horseland!"

"Welcome, brave Irken soldiers. Welcome to Conventia, the convention hall planet. Please, proceed to the docking ring and take the complimentary teleporters to the planet's surface!"

"SQUAWK! SQUAWK! Good morning, birds! SQUAWK! [laughs] Good morning, ol' rusty sign! Another perfect day in Seaside By the Seashore, my new home!"