Eddy: I'm not even winded. I should be on a baseball card. (Laughes) Hey look at me, ma. Hey, ma! Turn the frickin' center. What the Hell is going on?
Ed: (Telephone rings, picks up bone) You are no match for me.
Edd: We need a dispenser right here. (Picks up the phone) Howdy partner.
Eddy: Hey engineer, what's up.
Edd: Now I've seen everything.
Eddy: Push the frickin' cart!
Edd: I told you don't touch that darn thing. That's what you get, that's what it was made for. Heavy, please remove yerself from my legs.
Eddy: I need help cappin' this point! (doorbell rings) What the Hell is everybody doing? Go, go, go!
Nazz: All in a days work, but of course.
Ed: Which one of you is crying? (Ed jumped through the door)
Eddy: We got a spy. Yeah, there's a spy over here!