BRAK: I had the most amazing dream. I was riding on an ice cream donkey with none other than Mr. Dean Martin, and even though the donkey melted just outside of Walnut City, Dean didn't care, because that's just the kind of man he was.
DAD: Aye, he was the Dean of Martins.
BRAK: Amen.
MOM: Honey, I think there's something wrong with Brak.
DAD: There's something wrong with all of us, Darling.
ZORAK: So here's what we do. We go back to Friday...
BRAK: And we make a kite out of squirrels and fly it to the moon?
DAD: He's like the baby duckling who grows up to be a tall majestic tree that flies away with the other geese never to be seen again.
THUNDERCLEESE: What's wrong, Brak-From-Down-the-Street?
BRAK: Oh, Mr. Thundercleese, I'm looking for my little stuffed friend, Hippo, but he's nowhere to be found.
THUNDERCLEESE: Long ago, I too had a stuffed companion. His name was Chopper. One day he was abducted by gypsies. I never saw him again.
BRAK: Awww, did you ever see him again?
THUNDERCLEESE: Did I not just tell you no? Must I repeat the whole story?
BRAK: What story?
THUNDERCLEESE: Please leave.
DAD: I may not have seventeen-inch claws, but when I grip you, you know you've been gripped!
BRAK: Go ahead and sing something, Zorak. 'Course you won't be as good as me, but then... who is?
DAD: Life is not about the second chances. It is about a little mouse and his voyage to an exciting new land. That, my friend, is what life is.
BRAK: All right, I guess I'll get going, if going is what I need to get.
DAD: They probably don't even have toilets.
MOM: Of course they do.
DAD: Then they probably flush upwards, spraying bottom-devouring spiders on you!
ZORAK: Hey! Why are you all still alive?! Oh, that's right. It's only Tuesday.
BRAK: I don't want to live anymore!
DAD: Ha! Finally my own office. You see, Mother, I told you if we were patient we wouldn't have to add on.
BRAK: Man, I don't think Mr. Thundercleese likes you.
ZORAK: Nobody does. That's the way I like it.
BRAK: I like you.
ZORAK: Well, quit it!
BRAK: Hey, are you guys fighting?
MOM: No, dear, your father's just behaving like an ass.
DAD: I thought we agreed to stop encouraging him.
BRAK: But I love my arms! That's where my hands live!
ZORAK: You're stupid, and because of that, I'm leaving.
DAD: Ah, that Poppy. He could work the ladies like Siegfried and Roy.
FRANKLIN: It's so nice to have you all here as dinner - uh, for dinner. I-I've never seen such a delicious group.
DAD: Delicious?
FRANKLIN: Uh, meaning, of course, that we're all delicious people, aren't we? On the inside? Where the meat is?
DAD: Mother, people only invite you to dinner for three reasons: to sell you vitamins, to drug you and take unpleasant snapshots, or to convert you to their hideous farming religion.
ZORAK: The name's Zorak, with a "Z," the sexiest letter in the alphabet.
BRAK: Dad, I need twenty dollars.
DAD: Yes, and I need a prehensile tail so I can grab on to things like a monkey.
BRAK: Hey, Zorak, can I ask you a question?
ZORAK: Yeah, what?
BRAK: Where are we gonna find enough squirrels to make a kite?
ZORAK: Are you really that stupid?
BRAK: Ooh! I dare you to say that again, only this time say, "Brak, I love you!"
DAD: No more of this! You need to get your feet off your head, and your pants to your ears, and go help someone who has no feet! Because the footless animals cannot walk over here on their little non-footed areas and tell us how hungry they are, now can they?
BRAK: Hey, what's that over there?
THUNDERCLEESE: The Sword of Slaughter!
BRAK: Oh, boy, what's that over there?
THUNDERCLEESE: The Canon of Fear!
BRAK: How 'bout that?
THUNDERCLEESE: Missiles of Unmentionable Terror!
BRAK: What's that, is that a beach ball?
THUNDERCLEESE: No! It is a Battle Sphere of Doom!
BRAK: What do you think that thing is?
THUNDERCLEESE: That's a light switch.
BRAK: Uh-huh.
THUNDERCLEESE: Of Total Devastation!
BRAK: You don't say.
MOM: Oh, it's so wonderful to be in love, isn't it, darling?
DAD: Yeah, just don't procreate. You never know what you're gonna get.
BRAK: Hey, Dad, what do women want?
DAD: You're lookin' at it, little man. Next question.
ZORAK: Hey, what are you doing hanging around with this crapsack?
BRAK: Oh, Clarence? He's studying me.
ZORAK: Really? That's nice. You want me to beat him senseless? 'Cause I will, and I won't feel bad about it, either. In fact, I'll feel good. Real good!
DAD: Zorak, it is all right if you are afraid of me. Most sissies are. Hey, why don't you ride your girl bike home and put on your sundress? You'll be sooo pretty.
BRAK: I don't want to die! I'm almost finished with my macrame!