Barb: I'm gonna destroy all music, EXCEPT FOR ROCK.
Barley Lightfoot: Put it in O, for onward.
The Cat: I know what you're thinking, 'cause I'm thinking exactly the same thing: What's in the box? And can we empty it so I can sit in it?
Shaggy Rogers: Drop some F-bombs.
Blue Falcon: Hey man, whoa, let's keep it PG.
Shaggy Rogers: No! Falcon bombs.
Otto: I have a gambling problem.
Guy: Tomorrow doesn't have to be a place. It's a person. It's you, Eep. You are my tomorrow.
Scorpion: Hanzo is dead. Call me Scorpion.
