Wandisimo: Principles, much like my biceps, are muy bonito.
Denzel Crocker: Hey, Turner exploded! That's one less mouth to teach.
Timmy Turner: Feel better now?
Chip Skylark: Yeah. I didn't have to go to the bathroom, but the sound of flushing calms me down.
Cosmo: That's what got me on probation.
Dad Turner: Yay, I'm unemployed.
Timmy Turner: Man, that was one tough montage.
Cosmo: Oh, relax, Timmy. She'll probably stop laughing when that alien flower you gave her eats her heart out at midnight.
Timmy Turner: Note to self: Never break up with a girl in the Violent Gardening Tool section.
Cosmo: Apparently, another thing I'm chock-full of is not knowing stuff.
Jorgen von Strangle: What in the name of my bulging tripceps is going on?
Timmy Turner: This may sound cliche, but you've gotta throw my severed head into the clearance bin.
Cosmo: Now will you hold me?
Dad Turner: Timmy... I'm respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting my authority as your father by coming in anyway.
Mayor: I hate not being the goat.
Cosmo: What's wrong with being naked in public?
Trixie Tang: You're 0.01% more of a person in my eyes.
Mom Turner: Losing our son was the best thing to ever happen to us.
Dad Turner: We have a son?
