Brandy & Mr. Whiskers

Brandy Harrington:
You big, stupid selfish baby! You're ruining everything.

Mr. Whiskers:
[about Arturo] You won't say that when he comes back with a fork and knife!

Mr. Whiskers:
Don't worry. I'll just be the eyes in the back of you head.

Brandy Harrington:
It's the mouth I'm worried about!

Brandy Harrington:
[to Brandy] You're sweet.

Arturo:
You are, too.

Mr. Whiskers:
[hissing] With what! Soy sauce?

Arturo:
Brandy, try this, my dear. It usually does the trick. [hands her a drink]

Brandy Harrington:
Thank you, Arturo. You're so thoughtful.

Brandy Harrington:
[seeing other ocelots] Arturo? Arturo, what's going on?

Arturo:
You see, I was going to bring you home for dinner. But I guess everyone wanted to eat out. [laughin maniacally]

Brandy Harrington:
[nervously] Whiskers, any thoughts?

Mr. Whiskers:
Besides "I told you so"?

Mr. Whiskers:
Not helpful!

Mr. Whiskers:
[to the defeated ocelots] If you value your lives, you will put your tail between your legs and go back to that mudhole you call home.

Brandy Harrington:
Whiskers, you kicked hardcore! How did you do that?

Mr. Whiskers:
I have no idea.

Mr. Whiskers:
Can I ask you something?

Lola Boa:
If it's how I pick my nose again, no!

Mr. Whiskers:
Do you guys get a creepy vibe from Arturo?

Lola Boa:
[swooning] I get dreamy vibes,

Margo:
And handsome vibe.

Meryl:
And a break-me-off-a-piece-of-that vibe

Mr. Whiskers:
Fine, right! I get it. So you don't think there is something evil about him?

Cheryl:
Maybe you don't like him because he is taking your friend away from you.

Lola Boa:
It's been known to happen.

Margo:
Whiskers, relax. It's just one date. Besides, you know what the most important thing is.

Mr. Whiskers:
That Brandy have a good time?

Margo:
No, that he's buff! [Arturo]

Meryl:
I hear that!

Cheryl:
[excited] Say it, girlfriend [as they all laugh]

Mr. Whiskers:
[deeply beat] Females.

Mr. Whiskers:
[running, covered in sap] Brandy, there's something very important I need to tell you about Arturo.

Brandy Harrington:
[annoyed] Whiskers, I don't want to here it. Remember!

Mr. Whiskers:
He said he was going to take you home to his family.

Brandy Harrington:
Hmm, seems a little early for that, but I'll go with the flow.

Mr. Whiskers:
[getting ready to dive from a cliff] He, Brandy! Watch me.

Arturo:
[stepping in] Pardon me, very smelly bunny.

Lola Boa:
That Arturo can carry me around by his teeth anytime.

Brandy Harrington:
Yeah! He's a hotty!

Mr. Whiskers:
[about Arturo] What's that guy got that I don't got?

Brandy Harrington:
Looks.

Lola Boa:
Personality.

Cheryl:
Charisma.

Meryl:
Class.

Brandy Harrington:
Intelligence.

Lola Boa:
Courage.

Brandy Harrington:
Control of bodily functions.

Arturo:
You must be Brandy Harrington of the Florida Harrington's. Oh, I have heard so much about you.

Brandy Harrington:
[trying to be coy] Of course you have... I mean, really?

Mr. Whiskers:
Brandy, I don't like this guy. Something isn't right. I can feel it. Call it my sixth sense. [picture of pennies flashes] Sense, not cents.

Brandy Harrington:
Whiskers, he's hot. You're not. Get over it.

Arturo:
So Brandy, care to join me for a stroll tonight?

Mr. Whiskers:
She's busy!

Brandy Harrington:
[kicks Whiskers away] I'd love to.

Mr. Whiskers:
Oh Ed, am I the only one who sees how evil this guy is? I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do!

Ed:
Darn sap.

Mr. Whiskers:
[not getting it] I know, I know. I am a darn sap, but if caring about a friend makes me a sap, than so be it.

Brandy Harrington:
[with them fused together] Whiskers, get off.

Mr. Whiskers:
I can't. I'm attached.

Brandy Harrington:
Off! [runs in circle and stops] What are you doing back there?

Mr. Whiskers:
I'm stuck!

Brandy Harrington:
I can't believe you. I'm supposed to meet Arturo in an hour!

Mr. Whiskers:
That's what I need to tell you. He plans to eat you... Oh boy, I guess that means he'll eat 'us' now.

Brandy Harrington:
Ugh! I'm not listening to this. Good-bye! [walks out with him]

Brandy Harrington:
Sorry I didn't listen to you. You were right. I should've trusted you. That's what being a good friend is all about.

Mr. Whiskers:
Know what else being a good friend is about?

Brandy Harrington:
Taking you to the bathroom again?

Mr. Whiskers:
Bingo!

Mr. Whiskers:
[stuck in the sap] Gee, this stuff is sticky!

Elephant:
[as a skeleton] Tell me about it.

Brandy Harrington:
Oh, freaky bug eyed monkey thingy, I'm so sorry. I was so mean to you and you saved me, and I don't even know your name.

Freaky Monkey:
[jumps up and kisses Brandy] You can call me Vegas, baby, because I just hit the jackpot!

Brandy Harrington:
I'm a sucker for love.

Mr. Whiskers:
Oh, I know what you mean. I'm a sucker for peanut butter on fish.

Brandy Harrington:
Ugh! You may not get it now, but just wait. Some day it'll happen to you too.

Mr. Whiskers:
Never! I may not be the smartest bunny in the jungle. Or the best looking or smelling or dressed or most school spirited. But even I know there is no such thing as a magic fat baby the makes people fall in love.

Brandy Harrington:
[to Whiskers, about liking Isabel, the Gela monster] You that 'Isabel' eats guys like you for breakfast, 'literally'!

Isasbel:
[sniffing] What is that smell?

Mr. Whiskers:
[trying to act smooth] Yo! What's the nine-one-one?

Isasbel:
Ain't you the rabbit that keeps buggin' me?

Mr. Whiskers:
Oh no, girl. The name's sucrose dextrose. Doctor sweet-lovology and I gotta a sweet sweet prescription for you.

Isasbel:
You know you ain't wearin' any pants?

Mr. Whiskers:
[realizing as the animals laugh] I think we both know the answer to that.

Isabel:
[sniffing the air by the tree] That smell!

Mr. Whiskers:
Wh-wh-what smell?

Isabel:
It's comin' from up in this tree! [climbing up]

Mr. Whiskers:
[paniced] Oh, move along. Nothing to smell here, back to the rabbit. Brandy, look out!

Isabel:
[to Brandy, on the limb] You! You are what smells so delicious.

Brandy Harrington:
Okay, so I use an herbal shampoo. That's not reason to eat me.

Isabel:
[coming through the jungle] Outta my way! I'm mad, I'm hungry and I'm a carnavor. So move it! [sniffs the air] Man, somethin' smells good.

Brandy Harrington:
[after he's tossed into the mud] Whiskers, are you alright?

Brandy Harrington:
Alright. I guess I really am a sucker for love. What's you plan to get her?

Mr. Whiskers:
I was going to be myself.

Brandy Harrington:
[laughing] Ha, ha, ha! Right, that's the worst thing you can do. You're not supposed to be your actually self. Your supposed to be your fabulous self.

Mr. Whiskers:
Fine. As long as it doesn't involve a change of underware, I'm in.

Brandy Harrington:
It's time for Coach Brandy to whip you into shape for love.

Brandy Harrington:
Girls love a romantic. Giver her poetry and she's yours forver.

Brandy Harrington:
Girls love a tough guy. Now go out there and get her, hercules!

Brandy Harrington:
[acting tough to Isabel] Hey tiger! Wanna wrestle?

Brandy Harrington:
[to the monkey, playing the violin] I'm still not going out with you.

Brandy Harrington:
Reverse psychology. Just act like you don't like her and she'll be all over you.

Isabel:
[answers the knocking] Hello? [sees Whiskers with the mud message] Daddy! It's that wierd rabbit again!

Brandy Harrington:
[as the daddy lizard attacks Whiskers] That may have been a bit too far.

Mr. Whiskers:
[crying] I give up. She's too good for me. Or maybe I'm too good for her. Or maybe she's too good for me to be too good for her.

Brandy Harrington:
Don't you give up on me. I've worked too hard for this!

Mr. Whiskers:
But I...

Brandy Harrington:
[cutting in] This isn't about you. Okay, maybe a little. Well, this lizard is challenging everything I know about romance and we are not going to let her win.

Mr. Whiskers:
But It's hopeless. I'm never gonna understand women!

Brandy Harrington:
Next time, I'm gonna hide out and tell you exactly what to say. i saw it once on a tv show and a movie. I think they wrote a book about it too.

Mr. Whiskers:
And it worked everytime?

Brandy Harrington:
No, but that's only because they didn't have me.

Mr. Whiskers:
Hiya, Isabel!

Isabel:
Listen rabbit. I don't like you. I'm in a bad mood and I just ate some kinda... [sees the can on his ear] What happened to your head?

Mr. Whiskers:
It's a birthmark and I will thank you not to stare.

Isabel:
Stay away from me it you know what's good for you.

Brandy Harrington:
[in the tree] Isabel, wait!

Mr. Whiskers:
Isabel, wait!

Brandy Harrington:
I just wanted to say, "I'm sorry".

Mr. Whiskers:
I just wanted to say, I'm sorry!

Brandy Harrington:
I've been acting like a real jerk. You should know it's only because...

Mr. Whiskers:
I've been acting like a real jerk. You should know it's only because...

Brandy Harrington:
...to me your eyes sparkle like the night time sky.

Mr. Whiskers:
...to me your eyes sparkle like the night time sky.

Isabel:
What?

Brandy Harrington:
Your beaded skin is a cascading waterfall of precious jewels...

Mr. Whiskers:
[finishing] All rubies, pearls, and oapals!

Isabel:
[flattered] You really think so?

Brandy Harrington:
I know I'm a small, ugly, smelling

Mr. Whiskers:
[on the ground] Never cleans his half of the room. Only brushed his teeth every other- [stops and yells up the tree] She gets it already!

Mr. Whiskers:
[to the radio] Freak to super! Come in, Super! Do you copy?

Isabel:
Does who copy?

Mr. Whiskers:
I wanted to woo you and Brandy was my pitching woo coach.

Isabel:
[trying to leave] I am soo outta here!

Mr. Whiskers:
Isabel! I can explain everything!

Mr. Whiskers:
I think you're pretty. Wanna go out? [Isabel smiles a bit and then eats him] Few, oh boy! It stinks in here! You would think with all the being swallowed by a giant lizard drills we had in school, the would have warned us about the smell.

Gina:
[in the dark] You're telling me.

Mr. Whiskers:
I sure am. Wait, I'm telling who?

Gina:
Oh, hold on. I have a glow leaf. [everything light up] Hi, I'm Gina. I think I was lunch.

Mr. Whiskers:
Mr. Wiskers, desert.

Mr. Whiskers:
You wanna join me at this spot I know for some cool refreshments and maybe some smooching?

Gina:
I'd love to. But we're kinda stuck.

Mr. Whiskers:
Oh, don't worry. Sooner or later I make verybody sick.

Mr. Whiskers:
They say you should look for love on the inside. I just never realized they meant it.

Brandy Harrington:
[stalking though the jungle] You are not me boyfriend!

Freaky Monkey:
That's not what you said at the tree, Ms. hard-to-get. Cha-ching!

Brandy Harrington:
How would you like it if I told everyone your secrets?

Mr. Whiskers:
What secrets?

Brandy Harrington:
Like, you collect toejam, you're afraid of belly lint, you pass gas in your sleep!!

Mr. Whiskers:
I pass gas in my sleep? Cool!

Brandy Harrington:
I'm cutting you off!

Mr. Whiskers:
Aw, but Brandy, I *crave* your anguished ramblings, even more so now that they're taboo! The forbidden fruit! The desire of dare not speaketh name!...I also like the way you dot your 'I's with hearts.

Brandy Harrington:
We need to redecorate and fast.

Brandy Harrington:
Pink curtains here. Put a plant here.

Brandy Harrington:
This is it! The watering hole. The place to be seen. The social nexus of the Amazon.

Lester:
[from the bushes as Whiskers sits down] Whose sitting on my rock? I'll rip the flesh from their bones!

Brandy Harrington:
[grabs Whiskers] Don't you touch him! [Lester and the other animals see her torn-up appearance and run away in fear] Whiskers? Whiskers, can you hear me?

Mr. Whiskers:
What happened?

Brandy Harrington:
Lester ran off.

Brandy Harrington:
[to Whiskers] Why don't you go way over there and I'll go way over there, and maybe I'll see you when you stop ruining my life!

Mr. Whiskers:
What's that one feeling where you think you've experienced something before?

Brandy Harrington:
D?j? vu.

Mr. Whiskers:
No, that's not it, it's like a weird d?j?-vu feeling where you think you've experienced something before?

Brandy Harrington:
[almost yelling] D?j? vu!

Mr. Whiskers:
No, no no. It's that one feeling that I'm having right now.

Brandy Harrington:
[screaming] D?j? stickin' vu!

Gasper Le Gecko:
[to monkey henchmen] Bring me the feet of Mr. Whiskers!

Mr. Whiskers:
You'll never take Armondo and Betty from me!

Gasper Le Gecko:
Armando and Betty?

Mr. Whiskers:
I have a hard time with left and right.

Gasper Le Gecko:
And I have a hard time with right and wrong!

Mr. Whiskers:
[holding up tag] Here's my ticket to camp.

Brandy Harrington:
Hey, you're not going to camp, you're being sold to a zoo in Paraguay for thirty-nine cents! [laughs at Mr. Whiskers]

Mr. Whiskers:
Again, oh well.

Mr. Whiskers:
Are you going to summer camp too?

Brandy Harrington:
No, I'm going to a five-star spa to be pampered and spoiled, which, come to think of it, is sorta my life anyway.

Mr. Whiskers:
I've never been spoiled!

Brandy Harrington:
[fanning her hand at Whiskers] Woof, you sure smell like it.

Mr. Whiskers:
[knocking on Brandy's carrier] Howdy, neighbor! I'm Mr. Whiskers, what's your name?

Brandy Harrington:
[from inside] Uh, it's on my carrier Einstein! In rhinestones!

Mr. Whiskers:
[trying to read the rhinestone] Mmm, Brr-aaa-tty. Ah! Haha! Bratty!

Brandy Harrington:
[bursting out of her carrier] Not bratty, you flea motel, Brandy! Brandy Harrington of the Florida Harringtons.

Mr. Whiskers:
[sarcastically] Well, Bratty was pretty close.

Brandy Harrington:
[about the wateringhole] You've got to be kidding me, this is not a mall! Malls have stores and movie theaters and food courts! Not filthy animals bathing in their own drinking water!

Mr. Whiskers:
[after all the chaos] So, you weren't kidnapped by fireflies?

Brandy Harrington:
No Whiskers. I wasn't.

Mr. Whiskers:
Wow, embarrassing.

Brandy Harrington:
You think?! You only humiliated me in front of every girl in the Amazon, and Gaspar, not to mention my all time favorite band in the world, Sugar Toad!

Mr. Whiskers:
Actually, I was talking about how you lied to me and than it blew up right in your face.

Brandy Harrington:
Oh yeah that, that wasn't my best moment either. I'm sorry I lied to you, Whiskers.

Mr. Whiskers:
Well at least we got to see some fireflies and Sugar Toad for the few minutes they were running away from us.

Brandy Harrington:
Yeah I had no idea that fireflies would be so beautiful.

Mr. Whiskers:
Or so unforgiving...[to his troop as they are chased around] Just keep running, guys! See this kind of thing that should've been in the book.

Mr. Whiskers:
[after the hynos-induced cleaning spree] Uh, why am I wearing a tutu?

Mr. Whiskers:
[after the hynos-induced cleaning at the food court] Not that I'm complaining, but why am I holding a huge pile of garbage? [now rats are all over the garbage] Ok, now I'm complaining!

Brandy Harrington:
[to Lola, after Whiskers is locked in a trance] You were right, Lola. I broke Whiskers.

Lola:
[deadpan] Leaned your lesson yet?

Brandy Harrington:
Yes!

Brandy Harrington:
[combing through the garbage dump] Yuck! This is soo disgusting! Where is that stupid pinwheel?

Fly:
Pinwheel? You're too late. A really nasty pack of Jaguars picked it up.

Brandy Harrington:
Why would Jaguars want a pinwheel?

Fly:
Duh! It's shinny and it spins.

Jaguar:
[with his pack, to Brandy] You took our shinny, spinny pinwheel. We're gonna need something in return. A little something to eat. So face it, girly. You're in a real pickle!

Brandy Harrington:
If I can get Whiskers to do these things, maybe I found my own personal butler.

Brandy Harrington:
[holding up the spinning pinwheel] Okay Whiskers, concentrate.

Mr. Whiskers:
[hypnotized] Concentrate.

Brandy Harrington:
When you hear the word 'pickle', you will start cleaning.

Mr. Whiskers:
[hypnotized] Pickle.

Brandy Harrington:
That's right. Then when you hear the word 'ktachup', you will stop cleaning and become your normal self.

Mr. Whiskers:
[hypnotized] Ketchup.

Brandy Harrington:
Right. Now when the pinwheel stops spinning, you'll come out of this trance.

Mr. Whiskers:
Hey Brandy, you did your chores. Nice work.

Brandy Harrington:
Who in the world wants pickles on their mango? Why did you say pickle?

Food Court Monkey:
Company policy. I'm required to ask if you, a.k.a the valued customer want's a...

Brandy Harrington:
No, stop. Don't say it.

Food Court Monkey:
What? Pickle?

Mr. Whiskers:
[hypnotised as he cleans] Pickles.

Brandy Harrington:
Oh! Ketchup!

Lola:
[about Whiskers] What is wrong with that boy?

Brandy Harrington:
I hypnotized him so he'd do my chores. Now it's like I've my own personal butler.

Lola:
How could you do that to Whiskers?

Brandy Harrington:
You know, it was surprisingly easy. First, I made him cluck like a... oh, you were asking morally how could I do that?

Lola:
[deadpan] Yes!

Brandy Harrington:
Well, that was kind of easy too.

Brandy Harrington:
Okay. That was just bad luck. No one is ever going to say the P-word again.

Lola:
Oh, I smell hijinks ensuing!

Mr. Whiskers:
I'm not sure why everyone seems so angry at the food court.

Brandy Harrington:
Um well, one of life's mysteries which we'll never ever, ever ever know the answer to. Right?

Brandy Harrington:
[hissing at to Gaspar and his friends] Public crosswording? Are you mad?

Mr. Whiskers:
[as they rush away] Where we going, Brandy?

Brandy Harrington:
Somewhere where nobody will say the P-word!

Brandy Harrington:
[as she frantically searches the treehouse] Don't tell me you threw the pinwheel away while you were cleaning! I gotta go find it.

Lola:
[as Brandy comes back with the pinwheel] Hey, you got it!

Brandy Harrington:
Now let's get Whiskers back to normal.

Lola:
Body odor, bad jokes, and all!

Brandy Harrington:
[spinning the pinwheel in front of him] Okay Whiskers, now listen closely. I'm going to dehypnotize you.

Jaguar:
[from the door] Can we help?

Brandy Harrington:
[nervously] Uh, I think we can handle this by ourselves.

Jaguar:
I insist!

Jaguar:
You took our shinny, spinny pinwheel. We're gonna need something in return. A little something to eat. [as he laughs manically]

Brandy Harrington:
[shaking with Lola] Uhh...

Jaguar:
So face it, girl. You're in a real pickle!

Brandy Harrington:
Whiskers, look at the pinwheel!

Mr. Whiskers:
[tranced] Pinwheel.

Brandy Harrington:
When the pinwheel stops spinning, you will be dehypnotised. If someone says 'pickle', you will not clean. You will not do my chores, unless I ask really nice.

Lola:
[outraged] Hey!

Brandy Harrington:
Okay, okay. You will never, ever do my chores again. Got it?

Mr. Whiskers:
[tranced] Yeess.

Brandy Harrington:
Okay. Come out of your trance. [stops the pinwheel]

Mr. Whiskers:
[normal] Here's a question: Why do they sell peanuts withou the shells but no shells with the peanuts? I mean that's the best part!

Brandy Harrington:
Glad to have you back, Whiskers.

Mr. Whiskers:
Glad to be back... where'd I go?

Brandy Harrington:
Nevermind.

Brandy Harrington:
[after she finds the pinwheel] Yes! And once I get him recalibrated, I'll keep Whiskers locked in the treehouse where he can clean and clean with zero chance od somebody accidentally saying...

Lola:
[angry] Hey!

Brandy Harrington:
Okay, fine. I'll dehypnotize him.

Brandy Harrington:
Whiskers, you brought your friend into this house, you get him out!

Mr. Whiskers:
But he will eat me!

Brandy Harrington:
I can only hope!

Lorenzo:
Hey, Whiskers. You got anymore of that yarn? I love that stuff!

Brandy Harrington:
[happily] Whiskers, I can't believe it! How did you finally get rid of that annoying cat?

Mr. Whiskers:
Oh, I used a little thing called my brain.

Brandy Harrington:
[after seeing the chaos that Lorenzos' family is causing] That's it! Everybody out! Out, out, out, out, out!... Next time Whiskers, please choose your friends a little more wisely.

Mr. Whiskers:
[after the family has left] Are you talking about you or Lorenzo?

Lorenzo:
Are they gone? I thought they would never leave.

Brandy Harrington, Mr. Whiskers:
Lorenzo?

Lorenzo:
Now I remember why I stopped hanging with the family. Man, are they annoying or what.

Brandy Harrington:
[screaming] Annoying? You give a new definition to the word! Look in the dictionary and next to "annoying" is a picture of your big, blabbing face!

Brandy Harrington:
Ixnay on the aguarjay! We are all friends here, remember?

Brandy Harrington:
[still mad] Friends? Whiskers, he not our friend. He is just a big, fat free loader!

Lorenzo:
[near tears] Whiskers? Is... is that what you really think?

Mr. Whiskers:
Well... yeah, Lorenzo. Kinda, I guess.

Lorenzo:
Www... we're not friends?

Mr. Whiskers:
No. We're not.

Lorenzo:
[stomach growling, very ravenous] Okay. Lunch time!

Brandy Harrington:
Oops.

Mr. Whiskers:
[infuriated] Oops?

Brandy Harrington:
[see's Mama Croc trying to eat Whiskers] Hey! Spit him out. Now!

Mr. Whiskers:
Ack. Patooey! A little dental floss wouldn't kill you, sister!

Mama Croc:
Oh, are you his babysitter?

Brandy Harrington:
Unfortunately. Yeah.

Mama Croc:
I'm Mrs. Croc. You can call me Mama.

Mr. Whiskers:
I gotta few others things I'm thinking of calling you.

Brandy Harrington:
[Brandy and Whiskers are in the middle of tracking down Mama Croc's lost eggs. Brandy is holding one of her newly hatched babies] Okay! Six down, three to go. We can do this!

Mama Croc:
[calls out through the jungle] Brandy?

Mr. Whiskers:
We're lunch! But on a positive note, we'll find out if I taste like chicken.

Brandy Harrington:
Go! I'll stall her

Mr. Whiskers:
Nice knowin' ya.

Brandy Harrington:
Get out! [as Whiskers runs off as Mama Croc approaches Brandy]

Mama Croc:
My, my, look at him! He looks good enough to eat!

Brandy Harrington:
[holds up baby crocodile] Better him than me. [to Mama Croc, sweet voice] Isn't he the cutest?

Mama Croc:
[looking menacing] How are the others?

Brandy Harrington:
And those teeth! [Baby crocodile snaps at her] Goo goo ga ga!

Mama Croc:
I want to see the rest of them. [starts walking away]

Brandy Harrington:
[catches up to Mama Croc] Hey, have you had anything to eat lately, 'cause low blood sugar can make you angry and eat things you shouldn't... like me!

Brandy Harrington:
[sunbathing when a Lemur walks across her gut] Oof! Hey, any chance I could get a fruit plate or something?

Lemur Monkey:
Fruit for ze pooch? [bunch of lemurs rattle the tree, bombarding Brandy with fruit. Her head gets stuck inside of a coconut]

Brandy Harrington:
Fruit plate [pulls off the coconut] plate? [a plate is dropped on her head, side first] Ow! No wonder they call it a jungle.

Brandy Harrington:
[Brandy and Whiskers are in the middle of tracking down Mama Croc's lost eggs. Brandy is holding one of her newly hatched babies] ! Six down, three to go. We can do this!

Mama Croc:
[calls out] Brandy?

Mr. Whiskers:
We're lunch! But on a positive note, we'll find out if I taste like chicken.

Brandy Harrington:
Go! I'll stall her.

Mr. Whiskers:
Nice knowin' ya.

Brandy Harrington:
Get out! [Whiskers runs off as Mama Croc approaches Brandy]

Mama Croc:
My, my, look at him! He looks good enough to eat!

Brandy Harrington:
[to baby crocodile] Better him than me. [to Mama Croc, sweet voice] Isn't he the cutest?

Mama Croc:
[looking menacing] How are the others?

Brandy Harrington:
And those teeth! [Baby crocodile snaps at her] Goo goo ga ga!

Mama Croc:
[starts to walk off] I want to see the rest of them.

Brandy Harrington:
So do I. [catches up to Mama Croc] Hey, have you had anything to eat lately, 'cause low blood sugar can make you angry and eat things you shouldn't like me.

Mr. Whiskers, Brandy Harrington:
[excitedly as they run to the lagoon] Swim day!

Brandy Harrington:
I'm gonna work on my tan!

Mr. Whiskers:
I'm gonna try not to drown!

Mr. Whiskers:
[after being swallowed by a big snake] This is gonna cost 'em!

Ed:
Oh yeah!

Brandy Harrington:
[grabbing Mr. Whiskers ears and dropping him across the room] Okay, don't take this personally, but you're an embarrassment, a disgrace, and an eyesore.

Mr. Whiskers:
And I shouldn't take this personally?

Mr. Whiskers:
[seeing the diagram layout] Where did you get a mall blueprint?

Brandy Harrington:
I always carry pictures of my loved ones with me.

Brandy Harrington:
[after trying relentlessly to return the shoes] I'm sorry, you' were right. I should have just saved up the six hundred and ten shiny rocks.

Mr. Whiskers:
[exasperated] For one pair of shoes?

Brandy Harrington:
That's what I said! Forgive me?

Brandy Harrington:
[panicking, outside the store] Oh, what am I going to do? What am I going to do? I just stole shoes to avoid public humiliation! I feel so ashamed. I feel so...

Lola:
[slithering by] Hey Brandy, cute shoes.

Brandy Harrington:
[happily] Oh my gosh, thank you! They're the new models.

Brandy Harrington:
[after Margo and the other make fun of Whiskers] Oh guys, so not cool laughing at Whiskers. Totally understandable, but so not cool.

Margo:
Laughing at Whiskers: too easy. We were laughing at you.

Brandy Harrington:
[after Melvin leaves] Must you ruin everything for me?

Mr. Whiskers:
Oh please! I haven't seen less attraction between two people since, well we met.

Brandy Harrington:
Is it possible he's not attracted to me?

Shoe Store Clerk:
Not the size two purple jaguar buglies! Not the size two purple jaguar buglies! Why, oh why did I trust that sassy looking dog in platform sandles?

Mr. Whiskers:
A dog in platform sandles? [snobbish] Oh, that is soo last season.

Mr. Whiskers:
[her stealing the shoes] Don't come crying to when this ends just like that super, scary story!

Brandy Harrington:
Uh, what scary story?

Mr. Whiskers:
[evil-like, with scary music and thunder] Just a little story called: The Tell-Tale Heart.

Brandy Harrington:
[as Margo and the others laugh after Whiskers falls down] Okay guy, so not cool laughing at Whiskers. Totally understandable, but so not cool.

Margo:
Laughing at Whiskers: too easy. We were laughing at you.

Meryl:
[a shooting star passed] Cheryl.

Cheryl:
Meryl.

Meryl:
I didn't really wish you weren't my twin sister.

Cheryl:
You didn't?

Meryl:
I wished your beak got so big, you'd fall out of the nest and crack that bird brain yours wide open!

Cheryl:
Mama told me there'd be days like this!

Mr. Whiskers:
I want to be you.

Boris - Cosmonaut Monkey:
You want to be fifty-year old monkey with a diaper rash?

Cheryl:
It's hard being the cute one.

Meryl:
How would you know?

Cheryl:
[getting mad] Excuse my sister. She can't straight from the black eye I'm gonna give her!

Mr. Whiskers:
[gasps after Brandy tells him to get a new ball] I'm going to pretend you never said that. I'm going to pretend you said "marshmallow", OK? [laughs hysterically] Why did you say "marshmallow"?