Timmy:
What are you gonna do? Smush that on my head?

Wanda:
I don't know what's worse, the butt scratching or the scintillating conversation.

Denzel Crocker:
If they don't dissect you, do you wanna come to my party on Friday?

Denzel Crocker:
You know what this bow down needs? SHRIMP PUFFS.

Mom:

Mom:
Maybe Timmy's right. Maybe we do fudge the truth too much.

Dad:
Now honey, I'm sure Timmy's overreacting. Let's just pop in the tape and see how long it takes to catch ourselves in a little white lie.

Mom:
You're right. I'll bet there's not a single lie on any of these tapes.

Mom:

Dad:
Wow. That was quick.

Wanda:
When are you going to let me out?

Denzel Crocker:
What's today?

Wanda:
Tuesday.

Denzel Crocker:
Wednesday, Thursday... NEVER!

Chet:
I'm Chet Ubowdown, and it's time TO BOW DOWN.

Cosmo:
This could be a whole new adventure for us. Who knows what unique and interesting things monkeys could wish for?

Bippy:
Ook ahk.

Cosmo:
COOL.

Denzel Crocker:
Oh no you don't. You need a hall pass for that.

Flashback Girl:
Hey, are those fairy godparents?

Flashback Boy:
They sure are.

Flashback Girl:
Loser.

Principal Waxelplax:
Crocker! What's the meaning of this fork in my fanny?

Denzel Crocker:
Uh... It's Cupid's fork... Of love... I LOVE YOU!

Principal Waxelplax:
Well, this is so sudden... and unwanted.

Cosmo:
I'm terrible at small talk! Ask me about the weather!

Timmy:
Uhhh... How's the weather?

Cosmo:
JEFF! See!