Tiger: Stella? Stella? Where are you going? Stella? steeeellllllaaaaaaa.
Verne: I thought we'd be dead by step two, so this is going great.
Hammy the Squirrel: I am a crazy, rabid squirrel! I want my cookies.
RJ: Now if a human does happen to see you, just lay down, roll over and give your privates a good licking. They love it.
Verne: You're the devil.
Gladys: I'm sorry Janis, did I just hear them say rabid squirrel?
Janis: Oh, I think they're proabably just over reacting.
Gladys: But what if they're not? What if we a potential pandemic on our hands, vermin running loose, spreading disease and lowering our property values?
Janis: Yeah, I have a casserole in the oven, gotta run.
Gladys: Fine, you worry about your casserole, and I'll worry about the end of suburban peace and tranquility.
Hammy the Squirrel: Scary clown.
Stella: You mean you don't mind the smell?
Tiger: This face was bred for Beauty. I cannot smell a thing.