Kim: [under mind control, to Ron] Doctor Drakken will see you now.

Kim: A naked mole rat? Ron, ever think about getting a normal pet?
Ron: Like what?
Kim: I don't know, something... not naked.

Kim: Alright Lucre, cough up the sausages!
Ron: Ew! Rephrase please!

Kim: Are you going to complain the entire time, Bonnie?
Bonnie: Somebody has to!

Kim: Boys. They're ALL tweebs!

Kim: Brick, wait! We need to talk.
Brick: Did you just say "we need to talk"? (Kim nods) That's exactly what Amelia said last year when she dumped me. I mean, when we, you know, broke up.
Kim: Well, you can't really call it breaking up if we haven't even...
Brick: I was a wreck. I totally blew it in the big game against East Side. So, what did you wanna talk to me about?
Kim: Just that... I can't wait for Friday either.
Brick: Cool. (walks off)
Kim: I am so toast.

Kim: Cute trap, Professor.
Dementor: Why, thank you, yes, I rather like it. It's the details that really sell it, don't you think? I PICKED OUT THE CURTAINS MYSELF!
Ron: Dude, you're totally wearing a dress.
Dementor: It's a house coat!
Ron: Yeah, uh-huh- DRESS!

Kim: Doctor Drakken...
Ron: Our arch enemy!...well, your arch enemy. I, er, ya know, I don't think he even knows my name.

Kim: Felix, you go stand watch.
Felix Renton: You mean, "sit" watch.
[Kim claps a hand to her mouth, mortified...]
Felix: Kim? I'm just playing you.

Kim: Gill, we can get you help. We know a lot of scientists who-
Gill: Science?! Science made me this way!
Ron: Are you sure it wasn't the clowns?

Kim: Good plan, but that's not why I gave you the belt. [Gasps, remembers all the times Ron lost his pants]
Kim: I remember, I remember! I gave you the belt for our half-i-versary.
Ron: Yeah, I still don't get what exactly that is.
Kim: Ron, I remember that you're my boyfriend and that I think I love you.
Ron: For real?
Kim: For real. [she hugs him]
Ron: Now, THIS is a memory.

Kim: How could anybody who did so much good go so bad?
Dr. Possible: Ah, don't worry, Kimmie. I'm sure it won't happen to you.
Kim: Dad!
Dr. Possible: Oh, that's not where you were going with this.
Kim: No! I'm just convinced that Mim's innocent.

Kim: Hurry Ron, "baby" and "missing" are a bad combination.
Ron: Right with ya, KP.
Kim: Wade, need a DNA scan of the baby's hair... then an ultraviolet sweep of the nursery. Ron?
Ron: Look, I spelled Rufus.
Mother: Kim Possible, thank goodness you're here.
Kim: We came as soon as we heard your baby was... right there in your arms?
Father: It's not our baby that's missing.
Mother: No, it's her... her...
Father: Paccie.
Kim: You called us for a missing pacifier?
Ron: Can't you just buy a new one?
Kim: What up, Wade?
Wade: Something seriously weird.
Kim: Let me guess, a worldwide wave of stolen pacifiers?
Wade: Yeah! How did you know?
Kim: Just a hunch.
Mother: Whoever did this...? I said whoever did this left a note.
Ron: O-oh look, ransom is spelled out “little booties”. O-oh, that's adorable, and- (sneezes) Dusty.
Kim: Not dust, baby powder.
Wade: Scan complete, Kim, and we're looking at rare baby talc, manufactured in the tiny English village of Sheershimsheer. Well, it used to be.
Kim: Not anymore?
Wade: The baby powder factory has been closed for years.
Ron: Uh, sounds dead-endish.
Wade: Maybe not, look at this. Sheershimsheer is also the home of a nanny-training academy. Oh wait, also closed.
Ron: That's double dead-endish.
Rufus: Yeah.
Kim: It's the only lead we got, better check it out.

Kim: I have been foiled by a man in a dress?
Dementor: IT'S A HOUSE COAT!!!

Kim: I know that this is going to sound weird, but you've got to let us in. There's this monster poodle....
Soldier: Name?
Kim: Commodore Puddles
Soldier: Your name?
Kim: Oh, uh Kim Possible.