Dr. Buttocks: Scratch that, I'm gonna let you stick around and see what a real inventor does.
Lord Betrayus: Sweet. Just let me know when one arrives.
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Elliptica Spheros: Oh, shoot!
Elliptica: ...excuse my vulgarity.
Sir Cumference: I'll let it slide.
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Cylindria: I’m heading out. You two are going to finish your work, right?
Spiral: Yes, Cyli!
Skeebo: Absolutely not.
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Stratos Spheros: I remember our sister, when we were really young, she called me a fool one time.
Stratos Spheros: She was like, “you fool!” and I was like, “you sound like an evil genius right now.”
Stratos Spheros: But not as much as Betrayus right now.
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Dr. Buttocks: I don’t know if this sales rack has anything worth buying.
Dr. Buttocks: *holds up a t-shirt that says “fancy bitch”* Oh, spoke too soon!
Buttler: Put that back. I’m the fancy bitch here.
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Pacster, to the gang: Are you saying my voice cracks? My voice doesn’t crack!
Blinky: Dude, no offense, but your voice cracks so much I’ve already made a techno remix out of it.
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Clyde: Hey, I think this is that special glass that doesn’t shatter when you drop it.
*sound of glass shattering*
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Pacster: Elliptica, guess what ?
Elliptica Spheros: What ?
Pacster: I can never die !
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Cylindria: It’s okay, Pac. You worry too much.
Pacster: Yeah, that keeps me up at night, actually.
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Madame Goulasha: Let's tell each other secrets about ourselves.
Lord Betrayus: I'm gonna go first. I hate you.
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Ogle: So, how is everything?
Seymour: Actually, this slug's a little dry.
Ogle: *spits on the slug* How about now?
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Sir Cumference: *to the tune of the final countdown* It's a mental breakdown!
Grinder: *off-key kazoo*
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Pinky: Sorry I'm late. I was supposed to get a haircut, but when I looked in the mirror, I realized my hair was already perfect.
Clyde: The only thing is, she was staring in the mirror for over an hour.
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Inky: *picks up a card* Purple! Your gingerbread man is sucked into a volcanic sinkhole, where flesh-eating bats will nip at his screaming face.
Pinky: Inky, there aren't any volcanic sinkholes in Candy Land!
Inky: Maybe that explains why I'm not having fun.
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Spiral: I’ve only slept nine hours over the past four days so I’m right on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Spiral: *bites his phone*
Spiral: This isn’t a bagel.
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Dr. Buttocks: Me, an intellectual-
Lord Betrayus: You, an intellectual?
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Apex: What kind of a person are you?
Tip: I think I’m pretty much like you, only successful.
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