Filburt: You turn the page, wash your hands. Turn the page, wash your hands. Turn the page, wash your hands.
Really Really Big Man: Look into my nipples of the future.
Filburt: I'm nauseous! I'm nauseous! I'm nauseous.
Crappy Jack the Sailor: I turned leeward in time to witness the full sail yardarm give way and came crashing down on my midshipman's hind quarters. He let out a scream that could be heard all the way down in Davy Jones' locker. Micky Dolenz's locker too, and Peter Tork's locker. All the Monkees had lockers.
Heffer: If you were a true friend, you'd burn my butt. C'mon, brand me, brand me, brand me.
Heffer: Hey Rock! Do that goofy face you do when you're buying eggs.
Really Really Big Man: You monsters are all alike. You march in here like you own the place and start redecorating.
French Guy: Ahhh, this is no problem. She's at the Eiffel Tower.
Rocko: Really?
French Guy: Sure! All cheesy love stories end there.
Gladys the Big Hippo Lady: How dare you.
Filburt: You turn the page, wash your hands.
Peaches: I am the Dark Underlord, the Prince of Doom, the King of Eternal Torment! I am Pain! I am Evil! They call me... Peaches.
Rocko: Excuse me, sir. But garbage and dogs are not part of a balanced diet.
Heffer: Look out everyone! He's visually impaired.
Rocko: If this marriage is going to break up our friendship, I'd rather be deported.
Rocko: Heff, everybody's bonkers for me bum.
Heffer: I know. You've got the most famous fanny in O-Town.
Rocko: Don't worry, Heff, we can still have a nice Thanksgiving. I bought us a nice big vegetarian turkey. It'll be delicious.
Heffer: No, it's not the same.
Rocko: Hef, where did you get a motorcycle?
Heffer: I saved my snack money for a whole week.
Eagle: A wallaby in a boat waving a fish... That's odd - yet strangely appetizing.
Filburt's son: Why do we wear these things on our shoulders?
Filburt: Because... it's the future! Thank you for stopping by.
