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Dib: You can't make me look! I'll just shut my eyes.
Zim: Oh, you'll open them. You have to breath sometime.
Dib: No, I - Wait... What do eyes have to do with breathing?
Zim: What are you watching?
Gir: Angry monkey.
Zim: That horrible monkey!
Gir: Mmhmm.
Gir: I am government man, come from the government. The government has sent me.
The Letter M: What's wrong with you? All you talk about is aliens and ghosts and seeing Bigfoot in your garage!
Dib: He was using the belt sander...
Zim: Gir! Come to the observatory!
Gir: Yeees?
Zim: What have you done to the telescope?
Gir: Nothin'...
Zim: You haven't touched it? Something is broken and it's not your fault?
Gir: I know, I'm scared too!
Gir: Awww... I wanted to explode.
Dib: Sorry I'm late... horrible... nightmare visions!
Ms. Bitters: It's called life, Dib. Now sit down.
Ms. Bitters: Children, your performance was miserable. Your parents will all receive phone calls instructing them to love you less now.
Zim: You can't escape by teleporter, little Gaz. I cut the power! Your pitiful attempt to escape is nothing but a PITIFUL FAILURE! Stupid, stinking humans!
Gaz: Doesn't this spaceship have any escape pods?
Zim: Of course; they're right over there.
Zim: Soon, I'll bring the Tallest here to witness my ingenius evil! AHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! HAAH! I said evil! AHAHAHAA!
Dib: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Professor Membrane: Son, there'd better not be any walking dead up there!
Dib: It's nothing to worry about, Dad! And I said I was sorry about that!
Zim: My Tallest! My Tallest! Hey! Hey My Tallest! My Tallest? My Tallest! Hey! Hey! Hey! My Taaaaaaallist! My Tallest? My Tallest! Hey! Hey My Tallest! My Tallest? It's me! My Tallest? My Tallest!
Almighty Tallest Red: I was waiting to see when you would shut up on your own, but it's been three hours, Zim. THREE HOURS! What do you want?
Zim: Well, I noticed you're moving closer to the Earth than *ever* before!
Almighty Tallest Red: How would you know that?
Zim: Oh I know all kinds of theings about you. Pretty creepy, huh? Anyhow, I was...
Almighty Tallest Purple: Hey!... That *is* creepy! You're creepy, Zim.
Zim: You're nothing Earth boy! Go home and shave your giant head of smell with your bad self!
Dib: Okay... There's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said.
Zim: I put a tracking device on you.
Dib: You did? Where is it?
[GIR is grabbing the back of his head]
Gir: Your head smells like a puppy!
Kid: Ow, my organs!
Zim: Buahahaha. Inferior human organs!
[Zim gets hit by the ball]
Zim: Boh! My squeedily spooch!
Zim: Computer, give me all the information you have on the FBI.
Computer: The FBI is a government law enforcement agency.
Zim: Continue.
Computer: Insufficient data.
Zim: "Insufficient data"? Can't you just make an educated guess?
Computer: O... kay... Um, founded in 1492 by, uh... demons, the FBI is a crack law enforcement agency designed to... uh, I dunno, fight... aliens?
Zim: I KNEW IT!
Zim: Once I infect the human's meat supply with filth, the planet will be mine for the taking! GIR, ready the tractor beam!
GIR: DOOKIE!
Zim: Sometimes I'm scared to think of what goes on in that tiny robot brain of yours
GIR: [looks out at the cows in the field. In his mind, they turn into Weenies wearing tuxedoes and top-hats]
Dapper Weenies: [in GIR's mind] Dance with us, GIR! Dance with us into oblivion!
 Noldail · Sat Sep 20, 2008 @ 03:37am · 1 Comments |
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