Willis Jackson: Arnold's always under my feet. I'll never have any privacy until he gets married.
Arnold Jackson: Married? On MY allowance?
Witchiepoo: Stop eating your popcorn and be quiet.
Candy: Lunch time already? It's been a good 45 seconds since you last ate. You must be weak from hunger.
Gorgious: Oh, hi, Candy. Hey, this chocolate Catsaban pickles cake you made is pretty good. Could use more sugar though. Hmmm, want some?
Candy: Eh, uh, no thanks. Gorgious, you should consider a more healthy diet. Your body is a temple, you know. You should eat light, drink lots of water and get plenty of exercise and most of all, remember, never, NEVER eat anything bigger than your head. I can see I'm wasting my breath, but mark my words, Gorgious. This sugar addiction of yours will be the death of you.
Uncle Martin: We don't have love at first sight on Mars. Either it was too silly to bother with, or it was something we discarded in our Dusk Ages.
Tim O'Hara: You mean the Dark Ages?
Uncle Martin: We were never that primitive.
Alpha 6: Yo yo yo, whatcha talkin' about?
Andros: Let's Rocket.
Man-At-Arms: That's very interesting, but silly.
Simon Holmes: Sometimes I wish we collected stamps for fun, instead of battling the forces of weirdness.
Jackie Rodowsky: She's a girl! Girls are totally gross!
Mary Anne Spier: Gee, thanks!
Dawn Schaffer: And what are we, space mutants?
Jackie Rodowsky: You're... you're.
Kristy Thomas: Better make this good Jackie!
Jackie Rodowsky: You're... you're baby-sitters!
Christine: Oh, Alanis?
Alanis: Yes, Christine?
Christine: I'm having a party for Bruce Springsteen, you wanna come?
Alanis: Bruce Springsteen! How do you know him?
Christine: Well, I don't.
Alanis: Then how can you have a party for him?
Christine: You just buy some cheesies and soda pop and watch some videos, and voila.
Alanis: But he won't be there.
Christine: Well that's his loss, isn't it?