Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius

Jimmy:
But dad, all my friends are going.

Mr. Neutron:
I know son, but if all your friends were named Cliff, would you jump off them? I don't think so.

Cindy Vortex:
If we get blown up, whatever's left of me is kicking your butt.

Mr. Neutron:
Well, at least it came out of the attic and not the basement.

Sheen:
We have to ask ourselves. What would Ultralord do?

Nick:
They're making our parents dance so lame.

Carl:
No, my dad really dances like that.

Ooblar:
Hello!

(Brief silence)

Ooblar:
(yelling loudly) WHAT GALAXY ARE YOU FROM?!?!?

King Goobot:
Ooblar.

Ooblar:
WHERE IS YOUR LEADER?!?!?

King Goobot:
Ooblar, stop it. It’s toast.

Ooblar:
Oh. Hello, Toast! I greatly admire your ship!

Mrs. Neutron:
I don't care how advanced they are. If your father and I haven't met them, they're strangers.

Jimmy:
All right, this is it. These crummy aliens stole our parents, it's time to show them what we're made of. We're tough, we're mean. Darnit, we're carbon based life forms. So, who's going to kick buttocks?

Sheen:
Ultra Dad.

Sheen's Dad:
Ultra Son.

Mr. Neutron:
Rockets are flying things.

Jimmy:
What girl wants to dance with a guy who looks like he should still be in Gymboree?

Carl:
I didn't think we liked girls yet Jim.

Jimmy:
Oh, we don't, we don't, no, not yet. However, one day, Carl, an influx of hormones that we can't control will overpower our better judgment and drive us to pursue the female species against our will.

Mrs. Neutron:
Honey, do you think we were to tough on Jimmy?

Mr. Neutron:
He'll be all right. Why, when I was a little boy, I wanted to go to my best friend's bachelor party and my parent's wouldn't let me.

Cindy Vortex:
After class, I'll gladly demonstrate how boy dinosaurs got their BUTTS KICKED by girl dinosaurs on a regular basis.

Nick:
Are you sure about this Neutron?

Jimmy:
Well the data seems to support his hypothesis.

Sheen:
Never argue with the data.

Sheen:
I do so relish these times of peril.

Jimmy:
It's an advanced species.

Sheen:
When I blow my nose, it looks like an advanced species too.

Cindy Vortex:

Sheen:
I'm peeing... in the shower!

Sheen:
I'm still doing it! Go! Go! Go!

Sheen:
Jimmy, your dad is acting like a mind-controlled duckman.

Carl:
Hey, this astronaut food isn't too bad.

Jimmy:
That's toothpaste, Carl.

Carl:
Oh. Minty.

Mrs. Neutron:
JAMES ISSAC NEUTRON!

Mr. Neutron:
Jim, Jimmy, James, Jimbo, uh, Son.

King Goobot:
Time to discipline the naughty children. Open fire!

Carl:
Weee! Llamas, llamas, llamas!

Cindy Vortex:
Is this one of those macho things?

Jimmy:
Okay. WHO WANTS FRIED CHICKEN?