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Mel Richmond: You must be from the show, right?
Fred: Yeah, we're contestants.
Mel Richmond: Right. Well, uh, good luck to you. You make a cute couple.
Daphne: We're not a cute couple! I mean, heh, we're not a couple... So we can't be a cute one, although we would be if we were. Which we're not. I mean, it's not like we don't like each other, we just don't "like" like each other. It's just not likely. Right, Fred? Or do we? We don't right? Do we? Why are we talking about this so much? Can we just, change the subject now, please? This is none of your business!
Daphne: Fred, why do ghosts and monsters and stuff turn up where ever we go? Is it something about us?
Fred: No, this happens to everyone.
Fred: It would be too much of a coincidence if this only happened to us. So logically everyone must run into ghosts and monsters all the time.
Fred: Sure, it's simple math. They must be everywhere.
Daphne: Hey, that's not the song we're doing.
Fred: This is a little something I wrote myself.
Shaggy: Like, that's catchy.
Fred: Eyes on the road! Eyes on the road!
Daphne: Wow, Fred, that's beautiful. I really like you. It! I like it! Not you. I mean I like you but... Heh, I, uh, like your song.
Shaggy: Hey, Scoob, aren't our wax statues the greatest?
Daphne: Just what are you fellas going to do with those wax dummies you made?
Shaggy: Well like simple, next time we have a mystery, those dummies can go instead of us.
Fred: There's only one problem. How to tell one pair of dummies from the other.
Shaggy: Very funny, very funny.
Scooby: Yeah. Rery funny.
Dr. Archevil: Remember our agreement, Megatron: the Earth is to be mine once you are through with it.
Megatron: It will be. What's left of it.
Megatron: Is there anyone brave - or stupid enough - to oppose us? This city is under martial law... and I am the marshal.
Fred: Well... Let's set a trap! Now, let's see. Shaggy said the gargoyle is ticklish. So we need a whole lot of feathers, of course some dynamite and three catcher's mitts.
Velma: I have an easier trap.
Fred: What could be easier than feathers and dynamite?