Chowder

[repeated line]

Chowder:
[to Panini] I'm not your boyfriend!

[repeated lines]

Mung Daal:
You don't know what you're missing...

Chowder:
...if you aren't in the kitchen!

Mung Daal:
You take the moon and you take the sun,

Chowder:
You take everything that seems like fun,

Truffles:
You stir it all up and when you're done,

Shnitzel:
Radda radda radda radda ra! "You share a big piece with everyone!"

All:
So come on in feel free to do some looking; stay a while 'cause something's always cooking. Come on in feel free to do some looking; stay a while 'cause something's always cooking, yeah!

Chowder:
What happened?

Mung Daal:
I'll tell you what happened: you blew us into each other's bodies!

Chowder:
So I'm in Shnitzel's body now? Weird!

Mung Daal:
And I'm in YOUR body, Chowder!

Truffles:
And me in Mung's!

[cries]

Truffles:
This can only mean Shnitzel's...

Shnitzel:
Radda?

[sees he has breasts, and has a nervous breakdown]

Truffles:
Good! Let him deal with all those estrogen hormones, I'm sick of it!

Chowder:
[lifting a giant fork] Look at me, I'm a fork-lift! [Mung Daal rolls on the floor laughing]

Mung Daal:
Fortunately, we can return to our normal bodies with the "Get Back to Normal" recipe!

Truffles:
[looking at the viewer] How convenient.

[Chowder is now able to juggle Gazpacho]

Gazpacho:
Mother always said this day would come... she was right! She's always right! [cries]

Mung Daal:
So what do you want to do, Chowdy?

Chowder:
I want to lift heavy stuff!

Mung Daal:
There's a great big heavy one!

Chowder:
I beg your pardon?

Baby Bird #1:
You better eat Mama's food.

Baby Bird #2:
[deep voice] She works hard to bring home the bacon.

Chowder:
Bacon? Ahhhhh... [Mama Bird regurgitates in Chowder's mouth] That's not bacon.

Ms. Endive:
Panini, silence the fat one!

Gazpacho:
But I didn't say nothin'!

Ms. Endive:
Not you. The fat, purple buunycat kid.

Bunnycat:
I didn't say nothin'.

Ms. Endive:
[holding up Chowder] This one! Silence this one!

[Endive and Panini lock Mung Daal and Chowder in a cell with a monster]

Ms. Endive:
Any second now they'll be begging to come out... [no sign of life]

Ms. Endive:
Any second now...

Panini:
Num-Num?

Ms. Endive:
All right. Panini, never mention this to anyone, and say a prayer for the souls of the departed... [Panini starts crying]

[Truffles's team beats Mung Daal's team]

Truffles:
We won! We won! Oh, yeah! In your faces! [a giant monster erupts under the stadium and throws it into a dustbin, injuring everyone]

Mung Daal:
Great. I told you, there were no winners in "Field Tournament Style Up and Down On the Ground Manja Flanja Blanja Banja Ishka Bibble Babble Flabble Doma Roma Floma Boma Jingle Jangle Every Angle Bricka Bracka Flacka Stacka Two Ton Rerun Free for All Big" Ball! Now you've destroyed the sport!

Truffles:
[unusually aggrieved] I thought you were speaking figuratively...

Mung Daal:
Da fence, da fence!

Kiwi:
Defence?

Mung Daal:
No! Da fence! Look out! [Player trips over a fence]

Kiwi:
The jokes... are getting worse.

Chowder:
But, both teams look exactly alike.

Mung Daal:
What are you talking about? One team is red with white stripes and the other is white with red stripes. They're completely different!

Mung Daal:
Woman I need all the cash we've got now don't ask questions!

Truffles:
I have one.

Mung Daal:
Yes, it's Chowder related.

Mung Daal:
Okay. [gives Mung the money]

Mung Daal:
[disguised as a woman] Care to give a free sample to a pretty lady?

Chowder:
Sure. You know one?

Mung Daal:
...Care to give a free sample to an ugly lady?

Chowder:
No, ugly ladies have to pay.

Bank Lady:
Welcome! Would you care for a free lollipop?

Chowder:
Would I?

Bank Lady:
Would you?

Chowder:
Would I?

Bank Lady:
Would you?

Chowder:
Would I?

Bank Lady:
Would you?

Chowder:
Would I what?

Bank Lady:
Care for a free lollipop?

Chowder:
Would I?

Bank Lady:
Would you?

Chowder:
Would I?

Schnitzel:
Rada rada!

Chowder:
Yes, I would. Thank you.

Chowder:
[to Schnitzel] Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup. And you were mustard. Which is weird, because usually you're mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that is?

Chowder:
[halts while chasing Mung Daal up Mt Fondoom] Aaaah! Wait, fat kid running... [pants]

Chowder:
Why does Shnitzel always get so happy on fivesday? Is it the day he makes a poo?

Mung Daal:
[to Chowder] I am so sorry... [throws the Burple Nurples into Mt Fondoom]

[Truffles hands Shnitzel a check and Shnitzel starts kissing it and rubbing it over himself]

Truffles:
[revolted] Knock it off!

Mung Daal:
[to Truffles] Honey, you gotta pay Shnitzel! Hurry!

Truffles:
What are you, crazy? I already gave you all the money we had already.

Schnitzel:
Radda radda?

Mung Daal:
Yes, it's Chowder-related...

Chowder:
Hey, where did that ugly thief lady go?

Mung Daal:
Chowder, that ugly lady was me. You see, there is an ugly lady inside of all of us, and sometimes, that ugly lady makes us do things we're not proud of. But I'm proud of you, Chowder, because you proved that all I thought about you was right!

Mung Daal:
Don't eat those! You'll die!

Mung Daal:
Chowder! Were you listening to anything I said?

Chowder:
[who'd been daydreaming] Yeah! You said that it'd be a great idea if we filled the entire kitchen with chocolate pudding - that way we could swim in pudding any time we want!

Mung Daal:
...Lucky guess.

[working as an accountant]

Gazpacho:
My fingers! They don't work on this calculator!

Mung Daal:
Don't worry, Chowder, we'll do something! Shnitzel! Do something!

[Shnitzel runs to put on his hat and jacket, waves goodbye, and drives away]

Ms. Endive, Panini:
[singing] I'm leaving on a snail plane...

[a smart Chowder turns the show into a health food programme]

Mung Daal:
You've got to be kidding me! You replaced our show with THIS?

Shnitzel:
Radda radda radda!

Chowder:
But this is television for smarter people, and I'm smarter! Isn't that what you wanted?

Mung Daal:
I just wanted things to stop blowing up in my face!

Truffles:
You blew up the TV! You happy now?

Mung Daal:
You heard me! Never... [a cow conveniently appears and moos]

Mung Daal:
...use that catch phrase in here again!

Chowder:
Hey, how'd that cow get in here?

[Chowder has made up a new dish on his own]

Chowder:
Please try it...

Mung Daal:
[apprehensive] No, Chowder!

Chowder:
Please?

Mung Daal:
No, Chowder!

Chowder:
[feminine make-up on] Pretty please?

Mung Daal:
What the...

[Chowder is about to throw Mung Daal, Truffles and Schnitzel into an abyss]

Mung Daal:
Where did we go wrong?

Regal Beagle:
[to Ms. Endive] Hi, I'm here to blackmail you.

Big Food:
I am Big Food. It's the refrigerator that got small.

Gazpacho:
That Ms. Endive, she's disgusting! And that picture of her is gross too. Bada bing, I've got a million of 'em!

Mung Daal:
[writing in a journal] It has been months since I saw my wife and kids...

Truffles:
What kids? We don't have any kids!

Mung Daal:
What we need is someone who never loses; a ringer! [calls Truffles on the telephone and blows Cinnamini powder into it to shrink her and bring her to the Monster's house to play the board game]

Truffles:
[answers the phone] Hello? [is shrunk by Cinamini powder through the phone and arrives at the Monster's house in the Cinnamini tree] What is this ugly place? [points to the Monster] And what is wrong with his face?

Chowder:
He's a shut in!

Truffles:
Oh. [brightens dramatically] Oh hey! It's a board game!

Chowder:
I'll get this one for Truffles. Sharing is important.

Bubble Gum Vendor:
Not as important as paying.

Chowder:
Girl, that sack is whack! Let the Chow-Man show you how it's done!

Mung Daal:
Truffles, mind the shop. We need more spice!

Truffles:
Well I'm glad one of us finally acknowledged it.

Truffles:
This is what happens when you don't share!

Truffles:
I knew it! I knew you had gum and didn't share!

Chowder:
I... I... I almost shared with you!

Truffles:
I... I... 'm almost not gonna KILL YOU!

Mung Daal:
Is that Grubble gum?

Chowder:
[mouth full] Uh-huh!

Mung Daal:
Oh, sweet peas! Please tell me you shared some with Truffles!

Chowder:
Um... no.

Mung Daal:
Chowder, I may be an old man but I don't want to die today! We gotta get rid of this gum before Truffles sees it!

Schnitzel:
Radda radda radda radda?

Mung Daal:
No, we can't chuck him in the furnace.

Truffles:
I still smell gum! Heh... I hope I don't have gum stuck in my nose again.

Mung Daal:
If I have to ask a 26th time, I'll... ah, it's no use!

Mung Daal:
Okay team! Group huddle! [the gang gets into a huddle]

Mung Daal:
This is out of control! If we don't win a game soon, we'll never get out of here!

Chowder:
And he is almost out of snacks!

Gazpacho:
I regret nothing. [gum crushes his store]

Shnitzel:
[after Mung Daal reveals that he has a tail] Oh, my radda!

Chowder:
Oh my gosh, Knish Krinkle just threw up Gazpacho!

Panini:
Chowder, that's a costume.

Chowder:
And now Knish Krinkle is dead!

Panini:
Costume, Chowder. It's a costume.

Chowder:
Great idea. We can use Knish Krinkle's lifeless skin sack as a costume and pretend we're him!

Panini:
You're not even listening to me, are you?

Gorgonzola:
Ow! Watch it, Chowder!

Chowder:
Sorry.

Gorgonzola:
I didn't come to be crushed to death by you.

Panini:
Well why did you come?

Gorgonzola:
Chowder's intense body heat helps keep me warm.

Mung Daal:
Everyone, gather round. I've drawn up some blueprints of the schmingerbread house that we're building. [holds up a drawing of Truffles]

Shnitzel:
RADDA!

Chowder:
I'm blind! I'm blind!

Mung Daal:
Aah! Ugh! That's the wrong drawing...

[Mung holds up a picture of Schnitzel in the shower]

Chowder:
[bursts into tears] My eyes are bleeding!

Shnitzel:
RADDA! Radda radda radda radda!

Mung Daal:
I know, I know, I said I was going to throw it away, my bad...

Truffles:
You are wrong! Wrong times *three!*

Chowder:
Oooh! That's a whole lot of wrong

Chowder:
[sleep-talking] Yes, I'll have thirds, thank you... [Kimchi wakes Chowder up]

Chowder:
Good Morning, Kimchi. Who wants some breakfast? Who wants some breakfast? *I do!* [grabs a bag of pet food]

Chowder:
Some for me... and some for you!

Mung Daal:
Boy, the smells some people can put up with.

Truffles:
Tell me about it.

Mung Daal:
Don't worry, your he-man will take care of everything.

Truffles:
We don't have time to wait for him! You do it!

Mung Daal:
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between good cheese and bad feet.

Mung Daal:
Being a ladies' man, Kimchi, I have a saying: it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

Chowder:
What does that mean?

Mung Daal:
It means love stinks.

[Kimchi hangs around Schnitzel]

Shnitzel:
Ughhh! Radda radda radda radda!

Chowder:
Aw, Shnitzel, that's just Kimchi's way of saying he likes you. Wanna see Kimchi's way of saying he needs to go to the bathroom?

Chowder:
[to Truffles] Are you going to make me grow a beard... so you can tear it off?

Panini:
[breaks down] I just wanted to be close to you Chowder! I just wanted to pass a law that would legally making you my property! Instead you listened to Gorgonzola and ruined EVERYTHING! WHY? [slams desk] WHY? [slams desk] WHY?

Ceviche:
Oh my gosh, Panini! Are you okay?

Panini:
[grits teeth] Yes Ceviche I'm fine. Now go away so I can finish my moment! [Ceviche leaves] WHY? [slams desk]

Chowder:
Don't cry, I wasn't listening to Gorgonzola! I was just hanging around because he was giving me food. [blushes] He's my friend.

Panini:
He's not your friend. He's like a villain or something!

Gorgonzola:
[dressed as a villain] Heeey, Mr. President!

Mung Daal:
[deadpan] Fireworks. She's using fireworks.

Truffles:
I've completely forgotten fireworks even existed... [high tone voice] in my marriage! [normal voice] Who said that?

Gazpacho:
Chowder, if there's one thing mother's taught me it's to sleep as much as you can. That way you don't have to face the horrible reality of what your life's become.

Chowder:
Why's she so mad at you?

Mung Daal:
Well, women have these things in their bodies called expectations.

Chowder:
Are expectations bad?

Mung Daal:
Well, they're bad for us, but we can never live up to them. Once she learns to lower her expectations, everyone will be happy.

Chowder:
You'd think after four hundred fifty years her expectations would be really low. I mean, really, really, really, really, really, really...

Mung Daal:
I get it, Chowder! Just go to sleep, I guarantee she'll be a lot happier tomorrow...

Mung Daal:
Chowder,when was the last time you went outside? [Mung opens the window and Chowder hisses while scary pipe organ music plays in the background]

Chowder:
[crying] I... don't... want... to play anymore! Gorgonzola's mean to me, Panini keeps kissing me, there's nothing to eat! I just wanna go home!

Mung Daal:
Chowder, quit kissing my kitchen!

Mung Daal:
[hearing wind break] Boy, Kimchi sure is noisy tonight.

Chowder:
Umm... that wasn't Kimchi...

Chowder:
I think something's wrong with Mung.

Shnitzel:
Radda radda radda ra-radda.

Chowder:
Why would he be upset about Truffles? She stopped yelling at us, and she never comes in here now. It's perfect!

Shnitzel:
Oh, radda radda.

Chowder:
What do you mean, I wouldn't understand?

Shnitzel:
Radda radda ra-radda radda.

Chowder:
What do you mean, stop repeating everything you say?

[Mung Daal spends the night with Chowder]

Mung Daal:
Why is this pillow so lumpy? [finds a ham under his pillow]

Mung Daal:
HAM? Chowder, why is there ham under the pillow?

Chowder:
Because mine already has cake.

Chowder:
Mung, are you gonna be living up here now? 'Cause if you are, we need to talk about bathroom rules...

Chowder:
Mr. Spoon, run interference for me! [chucks a spoon]

Gorgonzola:
MY EYE! MY EYE! MY EYE!

Mung Daal:
We have fish sticks and fish stones... Careful with those fish stones! They will break your bones!

Truffles:
[to Mung Daal] You were always making trouble. And I was always saving you...

[Somebody interrupts a flashback where a young Mung Daal serenades a young Truffles]

Truffles:
You're breaking the mood!

Mung Daal:
Things are about to get cooking! [Mung Daal and Truffles walk into the bedroom]

Chowder:
Hey, where are you going? The kitchen's over here!

[Schnitzel appears grumbling]

Mung Daal:
You didn't want to marry the Arborian's daughter either?

Truffles:
Here comes the bride, here comes the bride...

Mung Daal:
Why are you in a bride's dress?

Truffles:
You're alive? Darn it.

[Chowder goofs off]

Mung Daal:
Let's get to the next scene before I say something I'll regret...

[Arbor locks Chowder in the closet]

Chowder:
Mung? Are you in here? [comes across a skeleton, and screams]

Mung Daal:
Calm down, Chowder!

Chowder:
Oh, sorry. I saw the skeleton and thought you'd died.

Mung Daal:
No, I got bored and made that out of flour and butter.

Chowder:
Oh. It's pretty good.

[Mung Daal, Chowder and Shnitzel appear disguised as Arborians]

Mung Daal:
Eugh! This place is disgusting home! More marble columns! More tigers holding lightning bolts! This is disgraceful Arborian home! Isn't that right, Chowd... I mean little Arbor Junior?

Chowder:
This place disgusting! I spit on floor! Ptui! Ptui!

Mung Daal:
[sotto voice, outraged] Don't spit on my floor!

Chowder:
[sotto voice] Sorry!

Chowder:
Hey Mrs. Unicorn!

Unicorn (voice):
Hey Chowder!

Chowder:
I'm gonna fail this test.

Unicorn (voice):
Awesome, do you want my help?

Chowder:
I don't need any help failing, I got this!

Unicorn (voice):
I guess after you fail you can't cook with Mung anymore...

Chowder:
Yea... wanna go get some thricecream?

Unicorn (voice):
No, I have a doctor's appointment...

Chowder:
Is it serious?

Unicorn (voice):
Yes... yes it is.

Chowder:
Oh...

Unicorn (voice):
Okay, well have fun failing!

Chowder:
I will, thanks!

Mung Daal:
Ladies.

Mung Daal:
You guys notice with Truffles being quieter it's been so... calm?

Shnitzel:
[speaking] Yeah, I'm so calm... Now the audience can finally understand what I'm saying! Yo! What's up? I'm Shnitzel! All right!

Chowder:
Nah, that doesn't work for us.

Shnitzel:
Grrrr... radda radda radda radda...

Chowder:
Aw, poor Truffles. She missed the door.

Mung Daal:
Yeah, boy. Sometimes it's hard being a pixie sprite.

Shnitzel:
Radda radda-ra!

Mung Daal:
Yes, Shnitzel, we all know it's hard being a rock monster, too, but this episode's not about YOU, is it?

Mung Daal:
Okay, who ruined the good times?... Hey, look everyone, Chowder's back!

Gazpacho:
[naked, to Chowder] Hey! Why're you wearing my coat?

[Chowder meets Flanini, his dream-world parallel of Panini]

Chowder:
MY IMAGINATION COULD NEVER COME UP WITH SOMETHING SO HIDEOUS!

Chowder:
Mung's the bomb. He can do anything.

Mung Daal:
Oh that's not true, Chowder. You know I can't raise the dead.

Chowder:
You just haven't tried hard enough.

[Chowder and Shnitzel are being eaten alive by Meaches]

Chowder:
Shnitzel, if you don't make it out of this, I just want you to know that I used your apron to unclog my toilet.

Shnitzel:
[angry] Rada Rada!

Chowder:
Yeah, it just clogged it up even more.

[Chowder looks up at a cloud shaped like a fish]

Chowder:
That cloud looks like a chicken! [laughs]

Chowder:
A chicken... looks like a chicken!

Mung Daal:
Yeah, asking nicely worked!

Chowder:
I know! They totally fell for it!

Mung Daal:
I want you Meaches to know that all your collective mamas are dumb and ugly!

Chowder:
Mung, have you ever tried asking nicely?

Mung Daal:
I never thought of that. I was too busy screaming as they chewed my entrails to think about my manners.

Truffles:
[about her husband] When he gets in the potato peelings, there is no getting through to him...

Mung Daal:
Thank you, Chowder, for giving me the courage to foolishly face my completely rational fear!

[the screen around Mung Daal starts to dissolve into a flashback]

Mung Daal:
NO! NO FLASHBACKS! It's too painful!

Chowder:
I've never seen buns that big!

Mung Daal:
I have, but let's leave Truffles' mother out of this.

Truffles:
What was that?

Mung Daal:
[nervously] Nothing! Nothing, dear.

Truffles:
Are you talking about my mom's heiny?

Mung Daal:
Noooo, no. Of course not. Why would I be?

Truffles:
Because she has a ginormous tush, that's why!

Panini:
Hold up! Let's get one thing straight! Right her, right now. [starts moving her head to a heavy beat; Shnitzel appears and stops her head]

Panini:
Thanks, Shnitzel.

Shnitzel:
Radda radda.

Gazpacho:
Mother always tells me that when a woman jumps into your cloak, and pretends to have a fruit for a baby and you can't get away, there's only one thing left to do... [becomes invisible]

Chowder:
Nah. Women can smell fear.

Gazpacho:
[appears] Aw, nuts.

[Panini looks at Chowder through a heart-shaped telescope]

Panini:
Smart... manly... sophisticated... What more could a girl want? Time to catch me my man! [gets a fishing rod]

[singing a lullaby for the bluenana]

Chowder:
Lullaby, and good night / My pretend bluenana baby... / Please get better quickly / so Panini will stop following me / all the time!

[Chowder bruised a bluenana]

Panini:
Chowder, what did you do to our baby?

Chowder:
Our... baby?

Panini:
We have to nurse our baby back to health!

Chowder:
We?

Panini:
What?

Chowder:
You said we?

Panini:
We what?

Gazpacho:
Who said what?

Chowder:
She said we?

Panini:
You?

Gazpacho:
Me?

Chowder:
No me?

Panini:
[dreamy firmness] WE.

Gazpacho:
Who?

Chowder:
I don't even know anymore!

Panini:
Chowder! Our baby bluenana is sick! We have no choice but to heal it... together.

Chowder:
We?

Mung Daal:
Well, you know what you gotta do. [Chowder becomes invisible]

Mung Daal:
No, she'll still find you. Women can smell fear.

Chowder:
[about Shnitzel] He's gonna die!

Mung Daal:
Think positive, maybe he'll only be horribly mutilated!

Chowder:
Gazpacho, help! I'm being held hostage by a madwoman!

Gazpacho:
Oh, my gosh! A madwoman? [jumps into a pickle barrel]

[Chowder breaks something]

Mung Daal:
Chowder? Is that your spine?

Chowder:
[Homer Simpson] Mmm... toenuts.

[Gazpacho disguises himself as a mother Bluenana to save Chowder]

Gazpacho:
Oh, thank you very much for looking after my baby! I'll take him back now...

Panini:
He's an IT! If you were its mother, you'd know that!

[as Panini grieves for the loss of her child; Chowder gives her a hug]

Panini:
I knew it! You DO love me!

Chowder:
I'm not your boyfriend! [scarpers]

Panini:
Music to my ears...

Chowder:
Yeah... Living with dragons is gonna be AWESOME!

[reading a farewell letter from Chowder]

Mung Daal:
Good grief... this penmanship is atrocious!

Shnitzel:
Ole!

[on a VERY HIGH trapeze act]

Chowder:
I changed my mind! I don't want to be in the circus anymore!

Chowder:
Asbestos fo me ala gala gala?

Mung Daal:
[singing] Oh, yep, I hope nothin' happens to my yeast...

Chowder:
Hoopa! [smashes into Mung]

Mung Daal:
I'm a reasonable chef, right? Open-minded, considerate, empathetic?

Chowder:
...old?

[Chowder breathes fire and destroys the kitchen]

Mung Daal:
Chowder, look at what you did! Now the animators are going to have to draw this kitchen all over again!

[Chowder destroys the circus]

Mung Daal:
Well, wasn't that a crumby ending? Get it? Crummy, crumby?

Mung Daal:
Schnitzel, how many years have you been working with me?

Shnitzel:
Radda radda radda.

Mung Daal:
And how many times have I been wrong?

Shnitzel:
Radda radda.

Mung Daal:
Really? That many?

Panini:
Hello again, Chowder.

Chowder:
[wearing a fake moustache] Um, hello, Panini. I have a message for you, from Chowder, who I am not.

Panini:
Aha?

Chowder:
Chowder has moved far away and cannot be your boyfriend.

Panini:
Where did he go?

Chowder:
Um, he moved down the street, to another city...

Panini:
Yes?

Chowder:
He's dead. Chowder is dead.

Panini:
Want a cookie, Chowder?

Chowder:
Would I?... Aw, man!

Mung Daal:
Then it's settled, we'll...

Chowder:
Getting a cow?

Mung Daal:
Why do you want a cow?

Chowder:
'Cause cows make delicious!

Mung Daal:
...make delicious what?

Chowder:
What? A garage sale, huh? Why do you want to sell a perfectly good garage?

[Mung is setting up the garage sale. Birdman comes and rummages through the box]

Mung Daal:
[annoyed] Can I help you?

Birdman:
No, just checking out your stuff.

Mung Daal:
We're not open yet.

Birdman:
Aw come on, let me look. I'll be your best friend!

Mung Daal:
No, and I already have a best friend. His name's Tony.

Tony:
'sup.

Mung Daal:
Why the rush, Endive? Ya got a hot date? [everyone laughs]

Miss Endive:
What are you talking about? I'm not dating anybody!

Mung Daal:
Exactly, that was a joke.

Chowder:
Are you made of food?

Todd:
Yes, yes I am.

Chowder:
We are going to have a meaningful friendship.

Chowder:
[to Truffles] I now realized you're not just a creepy old troll lady. You're a creepy old troll lady that can do stuff!

[repeated line]

Todd:
Sheboodles!

Chowder:
[imitating Truffles] Blah, blah, blah. I'm a mean lady. Blah, blah, blah. Give me money.

Chowder:
Todd... is that you?

Todd:
[buff and hansome] Of course it's me, silly! This is my true form!

Miss Endive:
[drooling] Oooh, YES! Cooked to perfection! You can propose to me now!

Todd:
No way! You only like me because you think I'm beautiful! Well, guess what, I was beautiful before! And you're she-BAD-dle!

Miss Endive:
No! Todd, no! It can't be true!

Todd:
Sorry, babe, I need to be with someone who loves me for me! Come on, Margarine! I'll miss you guys... Sheboodles!

[Todd elopes with Margarine]

Miss Endive:
NOOO! You were my only hope for love!

Miss Endive:
...Whatever you do!

Todd:
I'll be right here waiting for you!

Chowder:
That was awesome! Wait, what was the point of that?

Panini:
[to Ms Endive] First of all, you and I, we have a professional relationship. I prefer we keep it that way...

Todd:
I made this teddy bear for you. YOu can have her, even if you don't love me...

Mung Daal:
Grow, yeast, grow! [Yeast symbiote-bonds with Mung Daal]

Shnitzel:
[WTF] Radda radda?

Chowder:
[beating Funji off himself] You hurt Mung! You're a meanie! Get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me...

Mung Daal:
Chowder, stop! He's off you!

Mung Daal:
You don't need special spice to be a great chef, all you need is a great moustache.

Chowder:
Hey, Mung, I'm gonna make you pee your pants!

Mung Daal:
Wanna make some new Nomidoes?

Chowder:
Can I help?

Mung Daal:
Sure. You can be in charge of BEING GROUNDED IN YOUR ROOM!

Chowder:
Oh, man...

Mung Daal:
Funji, I'd like to introduce you to Mr Fisty! And his wife Elaine.

Mung Daal:
Unfortunately, I know EXACTLY what's going on, and so help me I'm the only one who can stop it!

Mung Daal:
[talking in his sleep] Ladies, I see you're admiring my moustache...

Truffles:
What was that?

Sergeant Hoagie:
[interrogating Gazpacho] In your opinion, which would you think is better to bring on a blind date: chocolates or flowers?

Gazpacho:
[crys] I don't know! I've never been on a date before! I'm scared of girls! So very scared!

Ms. Endive:
As you can see, officer, someone has maliciously violated my space. I want who's ever responsible for this found and tickled mercilessly in front of their children! Or burned at the stake, I'm cool with whatever as long as it's in front of their children!

Chowder:
Mung, what's happening? Are we going to jail?

Mung Daal:
No, Chowder. They ain't got nuthin' on us know what I'm sayin' 'cause I ain't sayin' nuthin' and you ain't sayin' nuthin' get what I'm sayin'?

Chowder:
...What are you sayin'?

Chowder:
Mung, can we buy a bazooka?

Mung Daal:
No money means... [cut to the recording studio]

Mung Daal:
...no animation!

Truffles:
What are we gonna do?

Shnitzel:
Radda radda!

Mung Daal:
No, we are NOT going home! We have to save the show!

Chowder:
But how're we gonna get the money?

Mung Daal:
All right! Let's go home and roll around in our useless possesions!

Mung Daal:
Aaaaah! We're out of money!

Gazpacho:
[to Chowder] So let me guess, you tasted the sweet glory that is Lollistop and went on a self-inflicting oral sabotage to get more, and before you know it all your teeth were gone, hmm?

Mung Daal:
[singing] I dream of Jeannie with a light brown hair...

Truffles:
[smashes Mung with a frying pan] WHO'S JEANNIE?

Mung Daal:
I don't know, it's just a song!

Truffles:
[threatening] You keep it that way!

Chowder:
[possessed by Florentine] Mung Daal, your mother was a polar bear! Your father was a figure skater! Blarga flarga! Blarga flarga!

Truffles:
Okay, why is there aerobics equipment in the gravy yard?

Mung Daal:
Woman, don't you know? It's to EXERCISE demons!

Shnitzel:
[annoyed] Rad-da!

Wisdom Tooth:
And so Chowder and the enslaved taste buds marched toward what seem like certain doom. Well, maybe not certain doom. More like doom with a strong possibility. Possibiladoom.

[navigating a giant's buttocks]

Chowder:
Smells like Kimchi up here...

Chowder:
Barking Spiders! Where did those come from?

Shnitzel:
Radda radda!

Chowder:
What do ya mean, you don't want to know?

[Truffles knocks Reuben out with a large frying pan]

Truffles:
Why didn't I just do that in the first place?

Mung Daal:
[wearing Truffles's dress] Because I really look good in this dress!

Chowder:
We almost died! All the food I ever ate flashed before my eyes... Let's do that again!

Chowder:
For the pancakes!

Chowder:
I like apples... but these apples are terrible!

Mung Daal:
Woman! You crazy!

Truffles:
I gotta little junk-junk, in the trunk-trunk! A little booty-booty, so fresh and fruity, mmmmm! I gotta little rump-rump, and I'll do a little BUMP-BUMP!

Chowder:
[thinking] I like thrice cream.

Mung Daal:
Chowder! Focus, boy!

Chowder:
I am focused! [makes hand motions]

Mung Daal:
[cooking] Time to squeeze in some squash... Make space for some spice... Make room for the mushroom... [Chowder hears the thrice cream cart and runs away, coming back later]

Chowder:
Here's your mushroom!

Mung Daal:
But we already... [looks in the oven to find Truffles in it]

Mung Daal:
Not done! [shuts the oven door. Meanwhile, Chowder hears the thrice cream cart and runs away again]

Mung Daal:
We gotta get rid of this kid's thrice cream obsession!

Shnitzel:
Radda!

Truffles:
[in the oven] Oh, honey...

Mung Daal:
Run, man! Run! [Shnitzel grabs Mung and the two GTFO]

Truffles:
[to Mung] Chocolate pudding, vanilla pudding, butterscotch, you are none of these! Tapioca pudding... THIS is you!

Mung Daal:
I'm quite proud of my girlish figure, thank you! I caught you staring, Shnitzel!

Truffles:
Why are those dots following us? Run, Chowder!

Chowder:
I'm sorry, Thrice Cream Man. I still like you... I just can't be near you, or smell you, or look at you is all.

Mung Daal:
Chowder, what are you doing?

Chowder:
[straining] I'm trying to grow a beard!

Mung Daal:
And why, may I ask, are you trying to do that?

Chowder:
Because you said we were making BBQ, and only a real man can make a dish like that! [strains]

Mung Daal:
Careful, your eyes might pop out!

Chowder:
That's okay, I glued them in... [a beard appears]

Chowder:
Perfect! And now for the chest hair!

Truffles:
Mung, do you think I'm fat?

Mung Daal:
Take cover, Chowder...

Truffles:
Hello, what about me?

Chowder:
[serious] No, you're not in this episode. [Truffles disappears]

Chowder:
Pepper spray? That sounds delicious! [gets a face full of pepper spray] Ahhhhh! I was wrong, I was horribly wrong!

Chowder:
Mung, why does the roast complain so much?

Mung Daal:
Because, Chowder, we cooked it in wine.

[Rimshot. Roast, Mung and Chowder smiles at the audience]

Kiwi:
Ugh! That's terrible.

[Mung Daal discovers Chowder has changed history, leading to apocalyptic consequences]

Mung Daal:
Well, it was nice while it lasted... [vanishes]

Chowder:
[to an infant Mung Daal] So what do you want to be when you grow up?

[Chowder runs around naked, providing a distraction for Mung Daal]

Chowder:
[hysteric] LABEL! Label, label, label! I need a label! Something that tells me what I am! Am I a rabbit? A cat? A baby hippopotamus? This is SO uncomfortable! Somebody PLEASE label me before it's too late!

Mung Daal:
I've got it, Chowder!

Chowder:
[calmly] That is all. [walks away]