As Told by Ginger

Carl Foutley:
Mom, where's the super strength masking tape?

Lois Foutley:
In the crisper, where you left it.

Ginger Foutley:
I can't live under a stairwell my whole life.

Macie Lightfoot:
Actually, with rationed can-goods and a space blanket, you might make it.

Courtney Gripling:
Hello, Ginger. Podie. Stacy.

Macie Lightfoot:
Actually, she's Podie. I'm Stacy.

Miranda Killgallen:
Hello, Courtney's rooms. This is Miranda. Eww... it's Foutley.

Carl Foutley:
Let's fake an injury at the ice skating rink so we can sue for damages.

Lois Foutley:
So you're telling me you didn't bring anything creepy or weird into this house?

Carl Foutley:
With the exception of Hoodsey... no.

Joann Bishop:
She didnt use cheap tuna did she? I'm allergic to mercury.

Carl Foutley:
Don't let the door hit you where the big guy split you.

Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop:
That... is *SO* cold.

[Lois, Carl, Ginger, and Hoodsey are watching old home movies. In the movie, Grandma Foutley is tossing Carl up in the air. She throws him into a ceiling lamp]

Carl Foutley:
Hey!

Ginger Foutley:
That certainly explains a lot.

Deidre Hortense 'Dodie' Bishop:
Hoodsey, our grandma just died, we have to go!

Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop:
Fine...

Carl Foutley:
I'm so sorry Hoods.

Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop:
Me too. What a waste of a perfectly good Saturday.

Deidre Hortense 'Dodie' Bishop:
[while babysitting with Macie] Speaking of which, where's Carl? I haven't seen him since we burned that tick off him.

Blake Gripling:
[expecting Carl at the door for a sleepover] Ahh, Carl, my ma- Woodsey? What are you doing here?

Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop:
Carl got grounded. He sent me instead.

Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop:
Get ready to believe!

Carl Foutley:
What are you talking about Hoodsey.

Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop:
Spoke to Santa today, totally cool, even told Higsby to take a hike.

[movie version]

Sasha:
[while explaining why he's mad at Ginger] I just found out what kind of girl you are.

Ginger Foutley:
[suspiciously] Oh, really? And what kind of girl is that?

Sasha:
A wannabe.

Ginger Foutley:
[stunned] What!

Sasha:
A former nobody who just wanted to be cool. So you close it in to girls like Courtney and guys like Ian. Mr. Rich-and-Popular, right? Yeah, that's what's important to the guy.

Ginger Foutley:
How dare you! You shouldn't judge people you don't even know, Sasha - and you don't know Courtney, and you don't know Ian, and you CERTAINLY don't know me!

[ginger leaves in anger]