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.
Daphne: What?
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.
Daphne: Really?
Fred: Sure, it's simple math. They must be everywhere.
Bartok: Just wishing I could do the job for you, sir. I'd give her a HA! And a HI-YA! And then a OOH-WAH! And I'd kick her, sir.
Michelangelo: Dudes, did anyone get the license plate number of that thing that hit us last night? Man, my head.
Donatello: Okay, that was just weird, first the Foot, then that hideous monster,.
Michelangelo: Yeah, it looked like your mom, dude.
Donatello: Yeah, that would make her your mom too, dufus.
Michelangelo: Whatever.
Astrid: I am who I am today because of you.
Linus: Never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker.
Monkey: Your magic is growing stronger. You need to learn control. When we grow stronger the world grows more dangerous.
Singer: Great Spirits of all who lived before/ Take our hands and lead us/ Fill our hearts and souls with all you know/ Show us that in your eyes/ we are all the same/ Brothers to each other/ In this world we remain/ truly brothers all the same.
Vidia: So, there is another you?
Stewie Griffin: Look, I really don't want to go to hell, but I can't stop my nature. I'm just a hateful person.
Brian Griffin: You're not hateful you just need to control your anger. Like I do.
Stewie Griffin: Oh, you mean by being sauced all day! Wait a minute! Of Course! That's it! If I'm drunk I'll be calm and if I'm calm I'll be nice, and if I'm nice then I won't go to hell. Fix me a highball I'm going to get good and tight.
Po: Ah. My old enemy... Stairs.
The Cat: I know what you're thinking, 'cause I'm thinking exactly the same thing: What's in the box? And can we empty it so I can sit in it?
Gloria: Found any water yet?
Moto Moto: No, just more diamonds and gold.
Winnie: Where are the rivers of blood, and the mountains of bones? I was promised rivers of blood.
Mr. Grumps: Keep your filthy hands off my Loretta.
Oh: When the other Boov's said, "Oh!" I knew they were not happy to see me. The truth is that among the Boov, I do not fit in - I fit out.
Spirit: There was no end to the strange ways on the two-leggeds.