"You and I shall have a talk about the birds and the bees. Now, one of them has feathers and the other has antlers, but I don't remember which one's which..."
"Terrance and Phillip will not be released! They are going to be put on trial for corrupting America's youth. We don't know what all the fuss is about."
"The fuss is 'aboot' taking our citizens! It's 'aboot' not censoring our art. It's 'aboot'..."
*The American delegation begins to crack up*
"It's 'aboot'... What's so goddamn funny?!"
"Nothing, nothing. Uh, could you tell us again what your argument is all about?"
"This is not 'aboot' diplomacy, this is 'aboot' dignity..."
*The American delegates laugh*
"This is 'aboot' respect. This is about realizing that humor is..."
*The American delegation cracks up again*
You guys are ****s! Release Terrance and Phillip, or we'll give you something to cry 'aboot'!"
*The American delegates are laughing so hard they fall off their chairs*
“You don’t think they’re gonna try to make Mr Demartino use Ultra Cola in his lessons, do you?”
*Mr Demartino screams in frustration as he stares at a globe shaped like a can of Ultra Cola*
“What was the question?”
“My neighborhood has gone through so much. It’s gone through something call gentrification. Can you say gentrification, boys and girls? It’s like a magic trick. White people pay a lot of money and then poof! All the black people are gone. But where do they go, boys and girls? Back where they come from of course. Atlanta!”
"Patrick, everyone is running away from me! Watch." Goes up to a skyscraper
"Hi, building!" Skyscraper immediately comes to life and quickly moves away from SpongeBob
"I just don't get it!" Patrick sits and stares as SpongeBob's stinky breath deflects from his face
"I don't either."
"Oh, no, no, no, no. I got no sympathy for anyone. I got one of these darn summer colds. I mean, where's my benefit concert? I mean, is there anything worse?"
"See, that's something we have compassion for, is summer colds. You can relate to— See, you can't relate to your arms being blown off. You can't."
"Well, uh, maybe being blown to bits is worse than a summer cold."