Anchorman: Experts are still baffled over the origins of "Ultra-Peepi," the giant, mutant hamster now ravaging the city, but they all agree he's just fuzzy-wuzzy adorable, isn't he? He sure is!
[On the screen behind the anchorman, Ultra Peepi is seen about to stomp on the news station. His foot comes crashing through the ceiling, crushing the Anchorman]

Announcer: Are you still playing with your old obsolete Game Slave 1? Why? What's wrong with you? Have we offended you somehow?! Huh? Huh? Huuuh?!

Bloaty's Mascots: Doo dee doo dee doo! Doo dee doo dee doo! Doo dee doo dee doo!

Blue-eyed Alien: Are we talkin' 'bout the same juuuice??

Blue-eyed Alien: But enough philosophy.
Zim: But we haven't been talking about-
Blue-eyed Alien: Let the hideous experiments begin!

Blue-eyed Alien: You have fallen for our clever trap!
Green-eyed Alien: He sure did pa!
Zim: You threw me in a sack!

Customer: [angrily, with a bowl of coleslaw right in front of him] I want my slaw!
Eric: You have your slaw, sir.
Customer: [angrily] I want my slaw!
Eric: You have your slaw, sir.
Customer: [angrily] I want my slaw!!!
Eric: You have your slaw, sir.

Delouser: Level 1 infestation, ma'am.
Countess von Verminstrassor: A level 1... I am Countess von Verminstrassor, the Delouser! For your own good, you will cooperate! You have lice, and until your condition improves, you will be detained here indefinitely!
Dib: You can't really make us stay here...
Countess von Verminstrassor: You dare question me, question my methods?!? You, who stands to benefit the most from my work?!? You disgust me!
Ms. Bitters: What a nice lady.
Dib: All I said was-
Countess von Verminstrassor: Silence! Let the delousing begin!

Desmond Flapp: You're the one we've been waiting for! The one foretold in the prophecies, told by... Frank!
Frank: Yup. Told you he'd come.

Dib: Don't you care that Zim is trying to destroy all mankind? Huh?
Gaz: But he's so bad at it.

Dib: (thinking to himself) Maybe my head is big...

Dib: [in Zim's thought bubble] See you AND your parents tonight, Zim! And by the way, it's not called "Parent Teacher Night." It's called Zim Doom...Doom Zim...Zimmy...Doom night. [chortles] Watch out for that puppy.
[Zim trips over the puppy]

Dib: A Colony of horrible Rat People! Hey, do you know the way outta here?
Rat Man: There is no way out, we all got lost here too! And we've been here ever since!
[Other Rat People Chime in] Ever Since! There's no way out!
Dib: Oh come on, getting lost in a parking garage did not turn you all into horrible Rat People
Rat Woman: I was once, a maaaan!
Dib: But.... You're a woman!
Rat Person: You'll be just like us soon!
Dib: I don't think so, I think I see the Exit over there, see ya!

Dib: A crop circle?
Bill: Beautiful, isn't it? It's a message from creatures much more intelligent than us! Space beings who have traveled millions of light years to say something, but what does it mean?
Dib: I think this one's a fake.
Bill: You're one of those skeptics, aren't you? Always questioning, always picking away at my theories! One day you'll see that�
[Dib points to cow rolling around, making the crop circle]
Dib: Can we go to McMeatie's now? It's 4:45, if we hurry, we can make it!
Bill: Hmmm...the aliens must be controlling the cow...
Dib: That is not a supernatural cow! This is ridiculous! You believe in all the stupidest things when real proof is right under your nose!

Dib: And once I get in there I'm...man, am I gonna do something.
Gaz: I'm trying to draw a little piggy. Can't you see I'm trying to draw a little piggy?!?