Budderball: Sweet dreams about cookies, and candy, and ice cream, and cookies. Did I mention cookies?
Budderball: That's the wierderdest grape juice ever.
Wilma: No matter how far from home you stray, the love you hold is here to stay.
B-Dawg: It's not the size of the puppy in the game, it's the size of the game in the puppy.
Bud-dha: I think that was Dalai in Llama.
Mudbud: Dude, he's a goat.
B-Dawg: Sure. Send B-Dawg out as the decoy. I don't remember drawing the shortest straw.
Belinda: Oycottbay aconbay.
Bud-dha: Running away from our troubles isn't going to solve our problems.
Mudbud: Yeah, but at least we'll all still be together.
Bud-dha: That's an astute observation.
Bud-dha: I'm sensing true north is this way.
B-Dawg: Well then, your sensing compass is busted, Dawg, cause we just came from that way.
Rosebud: Sniffer? More like Snorer.
Bud-dha: I'm meditating. I'm absorbing positive energy.
Budderball: I'd positively like to absorb a Pop-Tart.
Bud-dha: Mrs. Niggles is finding her inner peace. She's falling asleep.
Budderball: I don't know about my inner peace, but I want a piece of that pie.
B-Dawg: Do we really have to go in there?
Rosebud: Don't tell me you're a fraidy cat.
B-Dawg: Them is fighting words! I ain't no furball spitter.
Budderball: Can we stop for lunch?
B-Dawg: Why don't you stop thinking about your stomach for once?
Mudbud: Why don't you stop thinking about yourself for once?
Sniffer: That was all before Molly moved in across the street, and Buddy fell head over tail in love with her. It was enough to make my heart skip a beat.
Denning: Those are our puppies! They're not as cute as you are dumb.
Grim: Well, they are cute.
Spinkel: The cabinet is 200 years old, and that is not dog years.
Bud-dha: True north is the way to go.
B-Dawg: Bro, I'm glad you were paying attention when Noah was taking his geography class.
Denning: Do you mind not violating Highway Code 401?
Grim: Just wanna see why dogs like it.
