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The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius (2002–2006) was a kids television series that continues to air re-runs on Miguzi. The show follows the genius kid Jimmy Neutron and his classmates Sheen, Carl, Libby, Cindy, the Target Lady, and Kyleen Fischer.

Season 1Edit

When Pants AttackEdit

Cy: Origami: the anicent art of Japanese paper folding. I will attempt to make one of the most difficult of origami structures; a snow monkey-
Jimmtsy friends thought you could take over the world, huh? Well, you didn't know you had to deal with Hugh Neutron, did you? So, talk. Ha-ha! You can't talk, can you? You know why? Because you're pants. So zip it!

Normal BoyEdit

Sheen: [after Jimmy attempts to use a Brain Drain helmet on himself] Wow, look at him. He looks so... so similar!
Carl: Aw, don't worry, Jimmy. There's always next time.
Jimmy: [notices the shine on his inventions, speaking in a derpy-like voice] Shiny? Shiny! I like shiny!
Carl and Sheen: It worked!
Jimmy: Hey, have you guys seen my loopy dance? [singing] I'm loopy, I'm loopy, I'm loopy, loopy, loopy...
Carl: You know, this new Jimmy seems kinda stupid.
Sheen: Yeah, he's really messed up. [beat] I like him!
Carl: Me too!
Sheen: Can we keep him?

Cindy: Okay, Neutron. How does this work?
Jimmy: I don't know, Suzie.
Cindy: It's Cindy!
Jimmy: You're kinda cute...
Cindy: [sigh] I'll wing it!

Birth Of A SalesmanEdit

Jimmy: Ladies and gentlemen... and Cindy. I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld.
Carl: A llama?
Jimmy: No.
Carl: A baby llama?
Jimmy: No.
Carl: A baby llama with a hat on?
Jimmy: No!
Cindy: An invention of yours that actually works?
Jimmy: No! I mean, "yes!" I present to you Book Gum, why read a book when you can just chew the book instead?
Sheen: Wow, Jimmy, chewing a book.
Jimmy: Sheen, you don't actually chew a book. See, I reduced the contents of different books to gum form. You chew it, and you know it.
Sheen: Tastes... fishy. [starts quoting from Moby-Dick] "Call me Ishmael. Starbuck, it's the great white whale. I'll get you, Moby Dick!"
Cindy: Give me a piece of that. Hmm... It tastes like fried chicken. [starts quoting from Gone with the Wind] "Oh, Ashley, Oh, Rhett. I don't know nothin' about birthin' no babies."
Jimmy: Careful, Carl. It would be very dangerous to eat more than one at a time.
Carl: Mmm... [William Shakespeare]
Jimmy: That might just be a little strong for you, Carl.
Carl: [quotes Romeo's monologue from Romeo and Juliet] "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek."

Miss Fowl: Class, we're having a candy selling contest to raise money.
[all groaning and yawning]
Cindy: Boring.
Miss Fowl: The student who sells the most boxes will win a free VIP trip to Retroland!
[cheering]

Jimmy: Download candy and chocolate actualities and data...
Hugh: Oh, selling candy, eh, Jimbo? Well, you have come to the right dinner table. Welcome to the Hugh Neutron school of salesmanship. Class is in session. Pumpkin Pants, let's play traveling salesman.
Judy: Who should I be this time?
Hugh: You be the person who's not the traveling salesman. Knock, knock.
Judy: Who's there?
Hugh: It's me.
Judy: Well, come on in.
Hugh: Good evening, ma'am. Want to spice up your life?
Judy: Sure.
Hugh: Well, then what you need is this beautiful four-pronged eating implement.
Judy: But, sir, I already have one.
Hugh: But can yours talk? [with high-pitched voice] Hello. My name is Forky. You're pretty. Buy me! Buy me!
Judy: I'll take four.
Hugh: And that, Jimmy, is how where I got to be... where I am today. Bring on the pie.

Jimmy: The Willy Loman 3000—a super-selling machine programmed to make the sale at any cost. He will NOT take "NO!" for an answer.
[Gears whirring]

Jimmy: It's the good life, gentlemen. While the W.L. 3000 does all the work we're here enjoying a tall cold one.
Sheen: And plan our VIP trip to Retroland.
Carl: HUZZAH!
Sheen: What?
Carl: Huzzah—some goofy way to say "COOL!"!
Man: What?!?
Willy: Goo-ood afternoon, sir. May I say you look absolutely f-f-fabulous? Ha-ha-ha, yes, I agree it is beautiful out, heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh...
Man: I don't want to buy nothin'.
Willy: "Buy"? Who said "buy"? I-I-I'd like to give you a piece of c-candy, absolutely free with no strings attached.
Man: Forget it.
Willy: You can never have enough ca-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-andy, sir.
Man: I can. And I DO! Good-bye.
Willy: Y-yes, y-y-y-yes, this is a "g-good buy".
Man: What part of "NO!" do you not understand?
Willy: How about if I throw in this free-ee-ee-ee dog if you buy a box?
Man: Hmm... what kind of dog is he?
Willy: He's your kind of dog. C-congratulations.
Man: Hey, what does he ea-? Wha-? Wha-? Oh! OH! not on the carpet, yo-! Ooh... Are those lug nuts?

Willy: I have sold 1,000 boxes of c-c-candy.
Jimmy: Wow. Way to go, Willy! And now for some good old-fashioned gloating and I-told-you-so-ing. Oh, Miss Vortex!
Willy: Hey, hey, hey, hey, you look like a couple of intelligent young men.
Carl: Uh-uh. It's just the glasses.
Willy: Aa-aa-aa-aah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! And witty to boot. If you buy one measly box of ca-a-a-a-a-andy, you'll receive, as my gift to you, this handsome custom-made rocket.
Carl: But that's Jimmy's rocket.
Sheen: But it's free!

The Big PinchEdit

Jimmy: (sarcastic) Oh, I forgot about the ever popular mud-powered radio.
Cindy: And I forgot about your mud-powered brain!
Thomas Edison: Woo! That hovercar's a piece of work!
Jimmy: Thank you, Mr. Edison. You know, I achieved the upward thrust using strautium nitium-crusted fuel rods and titanium valuves.
Thomas Edison: Are you done? It's not that great, okay?

Jimmy (mimicking Edison): Hey, you mangy canine, get away from there.
Goddard: (barking)
Jimmy: Fooled you. It's just me, Goddard. See, I installed a voice transformer inside this walkie-talkie. Observe. (mimicking Edison) Whip-diddly-doo, everybody. (normal voice)
Goddard: (whines)
Jimmy: Aw, Goddard, this is going to help me break up Edison and Miss Fowl. Now, come on pretend it's a nice, crunchy lug nut.
Goddard: (belches)
Jimmy: Good boy. Good boy. Now here's the plan.

Sheen: (while stuck on a rollar coaster) Woo, yeah! Take it to the limit baby!

Jimmy: (in filtered voice over Goddard's PA system, Thomas Edison voice) "Roses are red, violets are blue. Miss Fowl's armpits stink like an old skunky."
Ms. Fowl: What?!

Jimmy: (Thomas Edison voice) I think you smell much more like an old cabbage.
Miss Fowl:(To Thomas Edison) I thought you were a gentleman!
Jimmy: (Thomas Edison voice) [ in filtered voice over Goddard's PA system: That's funny. I thought you were a gentleman the first time I saw you.] Can I call you "Man-Lady"?

Thomas Edison: What's he doing here? And what's this?
Jimmy: (chuckles nervously) It's a funny story, actually.
Thomas Edison (echoing): Hello. Hello. Who's in there? So, it was you saying all those things, eh?

Granny BabyEdit

(Granny sits across from the Jimmy Dummy, trying to open a small bottle, as the real Jimmy enters with the Tonic behind his back.)

Granny: Good morning. (points to the dummy) I was just telling you over there about my deviated spatchum. On cold mornings it rattles like the Tin Man throwing up a hoagie full of wood screws
Jimmy: What’s in the bottle?
Granny: Tongue De-Furrer. Your tongue gets furry when you’re old. Sometimes I wake up it has chewing on it.
Jimmy: Let me open that for you. (Jimmy takes the bottle, turns his back - and when he turns back granny’s medicine is GLOWING and his flask is empty.) I think you’ll feel much better and quieter - after you drink this. (She up-ends it and smacks her lips distastefully.)
Granny: Tastes funny. Of course, what do I know – after sixty your sense of taste completely disapp- (Granny transform into a baby)
Jimmy: Granny?!

Granny Baby: Holy fiber cast I'm topless.
Jimmy: Oh man this isn't good Where'd you get the diaper?
Granny Baby: "I was already wearing it. (Poops in her diaper) Ooohh...I need my didie changed!
Jimmy: Problem Goddard change diaper (He refuses)
Granny Baby: Change me now! (Cries loudly before pooping her diaper)

Libby: What was your first clue?
Jimmy: So you’ll do it?
Cindy: As much as I detest helping smug pseudo-brainiacs, my nurturing female instincts will not let me leave a helpless infant in your care. Where’s the new diaper?
Jimmy: New diaper? What's wrong the one she's wearing?
Cindy: It's full of poo! I though you were a geinus.
Granny Baby: Hey he's a guy. ha ha ha ha
Libby: (Gasp) He she she talked.

Granny Baby: Could we hurry up? I'm getting dizzy from my own fumes here! Ooohh Dolly
Cindy: How long she gonna be a baby?

Cindy: Well, how many diapers do we need?
Granny Baby: (Poops purposely 3 times) Well, I'll err, on the side of hundreds.

(Jimmy picks up bottles of DANGEROUS CHEMICALS (labeled as such). Cindy looks at a shelf, carrying Granny, who holds a rattle.)

Granny Baby: I’m bored! make a funny face let me hit you with a waddle.
Cindy: No.
Granny Baby: (Crying)
Cindy: Okay. okay (Cindy doing a funny face and Granny Baby hit Cindy in a face)
Granny Baby: It's fun hitting you. Ha ha ha ha!
Jimmy: [Wispering] Granny Granny quiet.
Guy: Did that baby just talk?
Jimmy: No ha ha why everyone know babies can talk?
Granny Baby: (To People) That's right cos if we could the Videotubbies’d became the subway it’d make their head aerials spin. Ha ha ha ha!
All: (Gasp) (Jimmy and Cindy running from the clamoring mob.)

Crowd (OS): We want the talking baby! We want the talking baby!
Jimmy: Goddard! Compare antidote completion with mother’s return time!

Jimmy: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the amazing talking baby!
Crowd: Oooooh!
Jimmy: (Jimmy pulls a talking doll-type STRING rigged to Granny’s back. He WINDS IT UP with his hidden fingers.)
Baby Granny: Hey, give me a cuddle. And a diaper change while you’re at it. Ha ha ha
Crowd Member #1: Hey, hey there’s a string in her back.
Jimmy: Oh no I have been found out!
Crowd Member #1: Yes you have, son!

Krunch TimeEdit

["The Wheels on the Bus" Instrumental]
Sheen: Do you want something gummy or crunchy?
Carl: Uh, I want sour. No! Salty. No! I don't know which one to choose!
Sam: Oh, this suspense is killing me. Pick a candy and let me get on with my life. Yeah, yeah.

Hugh: [as the crowd riots at Jimmy about destroying the leftover candy, yelling "Down with Jimmy!"] I can't believe I'm saying this to my own son - but that candy's just too dog-gone good.
Judy: Don't talk; chant!
Crowd: Down with Jimmy! Down with Jimmy!
Jimmy: People, listen to me! It's just candy!

Sam: [as Jimmy is hiding out in the Candy Bar to avoid the mob of people] Well, look who's here. Mr. "I'm-going-to-invent-the-best-candy-in-the-world-and-put-the-Candy-Bar-out-of-business".
Jimmy: I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to. I didn't know my candy would be that popular.
Sam: That's what the guy who invented underpants said! Anyways, you better skedaddle. That angry mob's gonna be here any moment.
Jimmy: How do you know that?
Sam: I called them. What do you expect? I've gone broke here! [crowd starts chanting "Candy! Candy!" outside the Candy Bar] Uh-oh. Rhythmic chanting. That's a bad sign, yeah.

I Dream of JimmyEdit

Jimmy: Carl, you're asleep. This is a dream.
Carl: Don't be silly. If this was a dream, could I do this? [pulls a brain out from his head]
Jimmy: That's the only time you can do it! Carl, you're asleep, there are llamas in the classroom; Libby rowed to school with a plastic leg!
Carl: Her paddle broke!

Jimmy: [trying to help Carl with his nightmare] You should do what I do during a nightmare. Simply prove on paper that the nightmare is a logical impossibility, and it vanishes.
Carl: Yeah, but my dreams aren't as logical as yours are. I married a turkey once.

Jimmy: [observing Carl's genius state in his dream] When Carl's asleep, he dreams he's a genius like me.
Cindy: Like you? Please, you can't even spell your own name!
[Jimmy looks down at his school desk, seeing apparently botched attempts at spelling "Jimmy"]
Carl: Now I need a dummy who will volunteer.
Jimmy: [as everyone stares towards him] But I'm not dumb. I'm a genius!
Cindy: If you're so smart, what's the square root of a flexnart?
Jimmy: That doesn't make any sense!
Carl: The square root of a flexnart is a cupful of boogers.
Libby: [dreamily] He did that all in his head!

Season 2Edit

Sorry Wrong EraEdit

Jimmy: Sorry, ladies, but I needed test subjects for my new Quantum Replay 9000.

Hugh Neutron: (low growling) (slurping) Oh, Sam. I could eat your ice cream all day long. So I think I will. (rewinding)
All: Ew! That's disgusting! Horrible! Gross!
Sam: You've been re-eating the same ice cream for hours! It's disgusting-- you're out of here!
Hugh: (gasp) You're right Sam. Mustn't overdo a good thing. Well, I'll just be going. Just let me finish my Purple Flurp. (belching) (belching repeating)
All: Gross. Stop.
Hugh: (belching) (belching repeating)
Sam: Sweet mercy. (Sam faint)

Hugh: (crowd shouting) Hi, Puffmomma. Remember how I promised I'd never be brought home by an angry mob again?
Sam: He disgusted all my customers, yeah.
Libby: He gave us brain freeze.
Woman: He made me experience the miracle of birth again and again and again. [crying]
Sam: Yeah, yeah, birth. (mob yelling)
Judy: All right, everyone. I'll handle things from here.
Sam: Somebody give me a ride home now.
Hugh: Now, Sugarbooger, I know it looks like I may have misused the power to control time and space for my own advantage, but on the positive side...
Judy: Mm-hmm.
Hugh: Ow! Honey, that's my ear. I use it to listen with. Ow!

Grumpy Young MenEdit

Store Clerk: Doom Bringer II is for mature players only due to Violence, Exaggerated Mayhem, and Old Lady Kicking.
Sheen: (after being kicked out of the store): How dare he throw your father out of the store?!

(Jimmy screams in the mirror after seeing he's old)
(Goddard screams like a teen girl after seeing Jimmy old)
Old Carl: Jimmy, is that you way over there?
Old Jimmy: Guys! Something went horribly wrong!
Old Sheen: Oh, gee you think? And another thing: kids today wear their pants too low! They're down under their stomachs, for cryin' out loud!

Old Sheen: Hey! I know what you're doing! You're trying to take me to the nursing home! (pounds on the car's window) Let me out! Let me out!
Old Carl: Sheen, careful! This car's going an excess of 7 miles.
(Old Sheen pants, checks his pulse, and faints)
Old Sheen: You know, when I was a kid, the sky was bluer! And a quarter would buy you groceries for a week!
Old Jimmy: Gas planet. Does anyone remember what we drove down here to get?

Sam: Hey, Oldilocks, what's the big idea, you and your bingo buddy takin' all the rice pudding from the buffet?
Old Sheen: It says "Seniors Eat Dessert Free"!
Sam: You're supposed to buy an entree first!
Old Carl: We did. I had a hamburger in here yesterday.
(Carl and Sheen laughing)
Old Carl: Oh, my spleen.

Old Jimmy: Now, what was it I wanted? Something starting with a "T." Tostadas, turpentine?
Hugh: Well, hey, old-timer. I like the way you're wearing your pants. I've been thinking of wearing mine more like that, maybe growing out my nose hair a little bit. You look familiar.
Old Jimmy: Oh, no, I'm just a strange old man, not your son after screwing up an experiment.
Hugh: (chuckles) I know. You remind me of my father, except you're not always saying, "Huey, I told you, toothpaste isn't food."
Old Jimmy: Not possible. I don't have any family.
Hugh: What? Oh, well, that's terrible. Come on. Come with me, I'll get you a nice home-cooked meal.
Old Jimmy: B-but I can't.
Hugh: I have to buy something with a "T." I'll get you a nice cup of tea.
Old Jimmy: Let go!
Hugh: Come on.
Old Jimmy: I said, let me go!

Judy: Here's your dinner. I put it in the blender first so the chewing doesn't tire you out.
Hugh: So what did you do before you retired, old-timer?
Old Jimmy: I can't even remember what I'm supposed to be doing now, but I think it's real important.
Hugh: Well, you know, maybe if we guess, it'll jog your memory. Let's see. Did it involve swinging heavy things?
Old Jimmy: N-No, I don't think so.

Love Potion 976/JEdit

Carl: [singing] Oh, Judy, will you came and you make me some cookies? Will you- (sees Hugh is walking out.) (gasp) Let me have is beautiful you can't destroy it.
Hugh: Alrighty then.
(Carl dings the triangle 6 times.)

Britney & Libby: Ahh!
Jimmy: I can't talk, I can't think. Everywhere I go, you're there!
Cindy: What kind of sick joke is this?
Jimmy: Oh, you're gonna make me say it, aren't you? Alright then, I'll say it.....I love you Cindy Vortex! (echoing Vortex. (2x)
Cindy: (Gasp.)
Britney & Libby: (Gasp.)
All: (gasping and laughing.) (Cindy splats ice cream in Jimmy's face.)
All: (Laughs)
[Sam stops laughing and mad walks to Jimmy.]
Jimmy: Mmm... pecan ripple your favorite.
Sam: You messy little hooligan. I was clean that floor 8 months ago. You're out of here! Yeah, yeah.

Send in the ClonesEdit

Jimmy: Today is the single greatest day in the history of the universe. Pluto is aligning with Neptune causing space snow flurries to create galactic ice crystals which keep ice cream at the perfect eating temperature! Yes.
Goddard: [Barks]

Jimmy: Cold enough to never melt but not so cold you get brain freeze. This alignment only happens every 2,000 years. Commence countdown: 5...4..3...2...1---
Judy: James Isaac Neutron!(inflates)
Jimmy: [Groans]
Judy: Where do you think you're going, young man? Here's your list of Saturday chores.
Jimmy: "Mail letter at post office. Sit with Grandma in the park. Pick up Dad's badmintion shoes. Drop off a pie at school" and "Take a book to Cindy Vortex's mother"?! But, Mom, I can't do that! I have to get into space now!
Judy: Chores first, space travel later.
Jimmy: Goddard, options. "Hire Temporary Help to do Chores at $15.75/hour"? Too expensive. "Use Boyish Charm to outwit Parental Unit"? I don't have time. "Clone Thyself"? Yes! We'll have to do it mega-fast.

Jimmy: No time to set specifics. Commence cloning at super speed.
Happy Jimmy: Hi, everybody. Isn't it a super, amazing, great day?
Depressed Jimmy: [Whining] You call this a great day? I should have stayed in bed.
French Jimmy: [In a French accent] Ah, but romance is in ze air, eh? It is a beautiful day to fall in love, n'est-ce pas?
Comedy Jimmy: [Laughing] Hey, everybody, it's great to be here! Hey, have you seen that Cindy Vortex? Talk about the Wicked Witch of the Elementary! Hey, these are the jokes, folks—come on, laugh with me!
[Goddard playing laugh track]
Cool Jimmy: Hey, who's up for some football, huh?
Evil Jimmy: [Sinisterly] Nice place, kid. You know, I could have some serious fun with this stuff.
Jimmy: Hmm, the speed of the cloning gave each of them a solitary, distinct personality. I should probably do a risk assessment. Nah—I've got galactic ice crystals to get. Here's the list of chores, gentlemen.

[All clones watch Jimmy blast off outside]
Evil Jimmy: Hey, you heard the man—do your chores, boys.
Depressed Jimmy: But I've never mailed a letter. What if I get my hand stuck in the box?
Happy Jimmy: Hey, turn that frown upside down, Mr. Gloomy Gus. Everything's going to be terrific!
French Jimmy: Mais oui! Love is all around us.
Cool Jimmy: 'Ey! Let's do it to it.
Comedy Jimmy: And awaaay we go!

Happy Jimmy: Hello, Grandmother, dear.
Grandmother: Where have you been? This bench is too hard. These birds are getting too close. The sun hurts my eyes.
Happy Jimmy: Isn't it a beautiful day? Aren't these birds absolutely amazing? Isn't it great to be alive?!

Depressed Jimmy: Ow...
Carl: Oh, hi, Jimmy. I have to do a report on snails or Napoleon. Can you help me?
Depressed Jimmy: What's the point of doing homework? We do it and then what? Poof—we're gone. Nothingness, emptiness. We're all just dust in the wind.
Carl: Okay, I..I don't want to be dust in the wind.

Gangster Jimmy: He shoots, he scores. Neutron is definitely on. Lookin' good. You the man, you the man. 'Ey, it's the Nicksta.
Nick: Neutron? What are you doing?!
Cool Jimmy: I'm walkin' here! You got a problem wit' dat, Skateboard Boy?
Nick: Uh, "Skateboard Boy"? [Gangster Jimmy skates on Nick's skate board] Whoa, check it out—Neutron has the moves.
[Crunching] [Skateboard breaks in two]
Cool Jimmy: Well, how 'bout next time you get a board that can handle the Neutron style? Later, Nick-O-Rama.

Jimmy: Good boy, Goddard. Galatic ice crystal harvesting proceeding as planned. And down on Earth, the clones are performing my chores. Retroville, we have no problems.

Sheen: "I am Ultra Lord, and I will swing my mighty bat of combat!" "You can't catch me!" "Yes, I can!" Hey, Jimmy, want to see my new action figure?
Comedy Jimmy: Do I? Come on, does Robin Hood wear a pantyhose? Hey, why did Ultra Lord cover himself with mayonnaise? He wanted to make a hero sandwich! [laughs] Hello! [knocking on Sheen's head] Anybody in there? Paging Mr. Sheen. The village called. They want their idiot back.
Sheen: Are you okay, Jimmy? 'Cause you seem really weird.
Comedy Jimmy: I'm weird?! [laughing] Come o-o-o-o-on! You should see Ultra Lord's uncle Morris!

Cindy: [sighs] Whad'ya want, Neutron?
French Jimmy: To return a book and to drink in your beauty, Miss Vortex.
Cindy: Very funny.
French Jimmy: I jest not. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? No—even Shakespeare seems inadequate to describe your perfection!
Cindy: Cut it out, Neutron, before I barf!
French Jimmy: Ah, ah, ah—but before zat, would you favor me wiz a kiss?
Cindy: Is he for real? And what's with the bad French accent?
French Jimmy: [Guitar playing] [singing] Oh, Cindy, I love you, more than Albert Einstein's theory of relativity. Oh, Cindy, ma cherie, oh, my little Cindy. Would you please come and kiss me? [Cindy faints to French Jimmy's surprise] Wait, why are you sleeping?

Evil Jimmy: Hey, buddy, want a pie?
Man: Yeah!
Evil Jimmy: [Splats pie in the man's face] [snickers] You can't beat the classics!
Man: Mmm... I'll say.

Jimmy: Mission accomplished: space crystals acquired. Clones should be arriving in "T" minus one minute. Everything going exactly as--- What?!
[People talking excitedly]
Hugh: Calm down, folks. Now, just tell me, what did the Jimster do?
Nick: He busted my skateboard, dude!
Carl: He said I was gonna to be "dust in the wind".
Grandmother: He made me smile and my dentures fell out.
Sheen: He mocked Ultra Lord's family.
Cindy: He made my heart sing and--- I mean, he said things to me so vile and despicable I cannot repeat them in mixed company.
Man: And... he threw a pie in my face!
Hugh: [Chuckles] You can't beat the classics.
Man: [Growling]
Hugh: I'm sure Jimmy had a good reason for doing all these admittedly strange, bizarre things, so...who wants pie?
[All growling]
Man: [Spits] I'm good.
Jimmy: Oh, no, it was the clones. I got to find them so I can explain everything. Goddard, locate clones.

Happy Jimmy: I had the most scrumptious day with my most wonderful Grandmama.
French Jimmy: I fell in love with a beautiful mademoiselle.
Cool Jimmy: I did some cool moves on a dude's skateboard, but it couldn't take my awesome power, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Jimmy: There you are.
Jimmy's Clones: Hi, Jimmy.
Jimmy: Follow me back to my house so I can explain to everybody--- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... We're short one clone. We've got to find him, now!
Comedy Jimmy: It's that evil one. He's so bad he makes Attila The Hun look like Bambi!
Depressed Jimmy: We'll never find him—we're doomed!
Cool Jimmy: 'Ey, I'll find 'im and take 'im down all by myself wit' my bare hands—look out!

Carl: There he is!
Sheen: Get him!
Cindy: Let's teach him a lesson!
Nick: I'll hold him down, man!
Carl: Yeah! Come on!

Man: Hmm, genetic replicants manifesting mutant side effects, eh?
Cindy: As long as you got rid of all the clones. One Jimmy Neutron in the world is bad enough, but six is blech!
Nick: Uh, dude, you did catch all of them, didn't you?
Jimmy: Uh... who would like some pie at my house?
Carl: Uh, okay.

Evil Jimmy: Here's Jimmy! (laughs evilly)
All: Neutron!
Jimmy: So, uh, I take it that means no pie. (yells)
Man: Get him!
Cindy & Sheen: Yeah, get him!
Granny Neutron: Rip off his head!
All: After them!

The FeudEdit

Ebenezer Wheezer: Hey, Neutron. Just trimming the old hedges before they start throwing off pollens for us.
Hugh Neutron: Wheezer, I'm going to need my Lawnlopper back.
Ebenezer Wheezer: Well, Gee, Neutron. I gave that thing back weeks ago. You must have forgot.
Hugh Neutron: Forgot about my Lawnlopper 300 Pro-Deluxe as seen on TV?! I don't think so.
Ebenezer Wheezer: Well, It's probably in your garage. Why don't you check?
Hugh Neutron: It's probably in your garage. I'll just go get it.
Ebenezer Wheezer: Hey! I already told you, I gave it back, you wingding.
Hugh Neutron: And I'm telling you you didn't, toolhog.
Ebenezer Wheezer: Cheese-brain!
Hugh Neutron: Sneeze-jockey!
Ebenezer Wheezer: Noodlehead!
Hugh Neutron: Just because my lawn is lush and silky while yours is limp and hard to manage...
Ebenezer Wheezer: What?! There's nothing wrong with my lawn.
Hugh Neutron: Oh, please! Dandelions, gopher holes, and these tacky ceramic lawn kitties-- please!
Ebenezer Wheezer: Oh, yeah?! Well, what about your stupid lawn ducks? They're the laughing stock of the entire neighborhood.
Hugh Neutron: No, you put that down right now!
Ebenezer Wheezer: Hey, look at me-- quack, quack, quack. I'm a stupid lawn duck-- quack, quack... whoops.
Hugh Neutron: Sir Quacksalot! (smash) (screams)
Ebenezer Wheezer: Oopsy.

Men At WorkEdit

Sheen: You mean this is all a crazy dream? All right! Bring on the dancing tubas!

Skeet: Picture of money... picture of money... Ha! Got you! Big McThankies from McSpanky's. Hey, dude, you missed a spot.

Skeet: You're quitting?! But dude, you're the first guy who fit in the costume.
Jimmy: I'm not quitting-- quite the opposite. I intend to show you all what I am capable of.

Carl: Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Neutron.
Judy: My goodness! You boys have turned this place into quite the hot spot.
Carl: Yup-- hope you enjoy it. Um... hold up, Mr. Neutron.
Hugh: What... I'm with her.
Carl: Whoa, whoa, whoa-- back it up, chief. Hmm... yeah... nope, sorry, not feeling it.
Hugh: What do you mean?
Carl: Don't make me spell it out, Mr. N., but your outfit just isn't saying McSpanky's to me.
Hugh: Oh, really? Well, maybe because it's too busy saying, "Step aside, Mr... Sassymouth before I tell your parents!"
Carl: Go ahead-- I turned them away two hours ago.
Hugh: That's just terrible. How could you... Hey, look, a famous movie star!
Carl: Where? Where?
Hugh: (snickers) Sucker.
Carl: What, I don't see anybody... Oh, I see him! Hi! No, that's not him.

Season 3Edit

FundemoniumEdit

Baby Quacker's toy: Gotta go potty! [puddle forms under her] Ooopsie!

Crouching Jimmy, Hidden SheenEdit

Jimmy: [in trying to find a way to help Sheen defeat a zealous karate practioner who wants to ursurp Sheen's position as "The Chosen One"] There's only one way to help Sheen train.
Sheen: [in front of a dojo] A tutor?
Jimmy: We have no other choice!
Sheen: Why don't you just make me take piano lessons while I'm at it?
[The Dojo head, Master Hong, answers the door]
Master Hong: Yes?
Jimmy: Master Hong?
Sheen: Dude, aren't you a little old to teach kung-fu?
Master Hong: [calmly, holding out a pebble] Snatch this pebble from my hand.
Sheen: [sarcastically] Snatch the pebble... too easy! [gets slammed around by Master Hong] You're hired!

Lead Shangri-Llama Monk: [of Sheen] To the Chosen One! Long may he put his leg behind his head!

The N MenEdit

[Near Van Patten Belt]
Sheen: Engines down! Losing power! Abandon ship!
Libby: You're enjoyin' that massage chair a little too much.
Sheen: Set boosters on "Lower back"! Engage!
Carl: Thanks for taking us miniture golfing on Mercury, Jimmy. Hey, you want some of my extra orange juice my mom packed me?
Jimmy: Thanks, Carl...[Gulping loudly] But we're not home yet. I still have to steer us past the Van Patten Radiation Belt.
Cindy: Ha! Neutron probably thought the low gravity would throw off my backswing. Wrong! As usual.
Jimmy: Hey! How about instead of bragging, you thank me for inviting you along at all?
Cindy: You're right, Jimmy. Thank you...for letting me kick your butt on the back nine!
Jimmy: What is your problem, Vortex?!
Cindy: I don't have a problem! What's your problem?!
Jimmy: Oh, I think you do have a problem.
[Arguing with each other]
Carl: It's so hard to digest when they argue like that. [Belches]
Libby: All this space travel has given me a zit! [Groans] I need Vanishing Cream.
Cindy: You can't admit that I smoke you in athletics.
Jimmy: Oh, yeah?! You want to go right now?
Cindy: Bring it on, Brain Boy!
[Both grunting]
[Buzzing]
Carl: [Belches]
Libby: I need more Vanishing Cream!
Sheen: I gotta get me one of these!
[Grunts louder]
Cindy: Getting angry, Neutron?
Libby: What's happening?
Jimmy: We flew straight into the Van Patten Radiation Belt! The systems are offline! Hold on, everyone!
[All scream]
[Crashes]
[Steam hissing]
Jimmy: Everybody okay?
Carl: Yeah, except for my head and my trick knee. My scapula, though, surprisingly seems fine.
Jimmy: That could've been bad. Exposure to Van Patten rays has been known to cause weird mutations. Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be any adverse side effects.
Both: [Gasps]
Jimmy: What?
Sheen: Dude, that is one wicked sunburn.
Jimmy: Huh? Holy Heisenberg! This isn't sunburn. The Van Patten rays altered my skin pigment!
Cindy: Hey! A little help over here?
[Boys gasp]
Jimmy: Cindy, the rays affected you, too!
Cindy: So I'm super-strong. I'm still not going to hold this thing all day!
[Fuselage Whooshes]
[Fuselage Whistles, Then Crashes]
Miss Fowl: [Shrieks]
Sheen: This is all very interesting, but I need to find the Little Crash Survivors' Room. [Runs to the restroom and back] What'd I miss?
Jimmy: Sheen, the rays have given you the power to vibrate at super-fast speed!
Sheen: Sweet! But I think they also shrunk my bladder. Excuse me. [Runs to the restroom and back again]
Cindy: Wait a minute. Where's Libby?
Libby: Open your eyes, girlfriend. I'm right in front of you.
[All Shriek]
Libby: Hey, I was invisible! Cool!
Carl: I don't feel so good. [Belches loud and thunderously]
Sheen: Y'know, Milwaukee has very clean restrooms.
Jimmy: I think I see what happened. You all got super powers based on what you were doing when the Van Patten rays hit.
Cindy: And you just turned orange?! How lame is that?!
Jimmy: It's not lame! Maybe my cells store massive amounts of vitamin C or something.
Carl: [Sniffs] Mmm. He does have a pleasing, fruity aroma.
[Both laugh]
Sheen: Guys, get serious. We've all been endowed with incredible power. And I say we use that power to attack Tokyo! [Runs to Tokyo and back] Guys, come on—pick up the pace.
Jimmy: Sheen's right! Except for the part about Tokyo—we have been given incredible power. But we should use it to fight crime.
Sheen: Why didn't I think of that?
Libby: You mean... become superheroes?
Cindy: I hate to admit it, but that would be cool.
Carl: I can fight crime, but I have to be home by 5:30.
Sheen: Stack hands, everyone. We need to make a solemn vow. Let those who do evil beware! From this day forth, we shall be known as the Fantastic League of Justice-Bringing Avenging Men!
Libby: Excuse me?!
Sheen: And two girls.

The Evil BeneathEdit

Steve: Check it out. I'm a speed demon. You gettin' this, baby?
Jenny: Sure am, honey.
Steve: Whoo-hoo!
Announcer: You're watching vacation footage of Steve and Jenny Bissell, who set out for paradise but sailed smack-dab into the mystery of the Bahama Quadrangle.
Steve: Uh, honey, what's the deal with this fog?
Jenny: Uh, I don't know. Steve, I'm frightened.
Steve: Well, don't panic, it's probably nothing. H-Hey! What's happening?
Jenny: Steve, where are you?
Steve: Honey!
Jenny: Steve?!
Steve: No! Stay back!
[Static Crackling]
Announcer: They were never seen again. Had the Bahama Quadrangle taken two more victims into it's watery clutches?
Sheen: Cool.
Carl: Spooky.
Jimmy: Oh, what a bunch of baloney. You don't believe the Bahama Quadrangle is haunted, do you?
Carl: Well, how else do you explain all the boats and planes that went missing there?
Jimmy: It could be anything—sudden tornadoes, freak electrical storms...
Sheen: Ghosts of the undead hoarding human flesh to feed their ravenous hunger?
Jimmy: Sheen, do you even believe half the stuff you say?
Sheen: Yes. Or do I?
Carl: Well, have you ever been there, Jimmy?
Jimmy: No, but I've read all about it. It's where one of my favorite scientists, Dr. Sydney Moist, used to conduct his groundbreaking oceanographic research.
Carl: Used to? What happened to him?
Jimmy: He went missing.
Sheen: Aha!
Jimmy: That's just a coincidence.
Sheen: It's sorcery, I tells you!
Carl: Or evil porpoises.
Sheen: Or fish-headed octo-men.
Jimmy: That's it. Get up.
Carl: Where we going?
Jimmy: To the Bahama Quadrangle, so I can prove that this "mystery" is perfectly explainable.
Sheen: Hmm...nah.
Carl: I'll pass.
Jimmy: Fine, then we'll start our essays on the Habsburg Empire.
Carl: Quadrangle it is.
Sheen: Right behind you, Captain.

Sheen: Are we there yet? How about now? Are we there now? How about now?
Carl: I hope it's soon. I need to use the little boys' ocean.
Jimmy: According to the Neutronic positioning unit, we're now entering the Bahama Quadrangle. Notice the complete lack of anything creepy...

:(Electronic Interference)

Jimmy: Until now.
Carl: Uh, Jimmy, flying into a fog bank on a perfectly sunny day is normal, right?
Sheen: Of course it is. Happens all the time, right, Jimmy?
Jimmy: Actually...
Sheen: We're doomed!
Jimmy: We're not doomed. The only thing to fear is total engine failure.

:(Engine Sputters and Stalls)

Jimmy: Now we're doomed.

:(All Shouting) :(Splash)

Jimmy: Guys, there's something fishy going on here.
Carl: Fishy? As in evil porpoises? Well, this was fun. Let's go home!
Jimmy: Carl, we need to go underwater and investigate. Everyone take some Air-Gum.

:(All Chewing)

Carl: Okay, now if we get lost, let's meet back here so we don't...(Shrieking) Wait for me! Jimmy was right--nothing mysterious here. Bye!
Jimmy: That's strange. I'm picking up humanoid bio-signs from that direction. Follow me.
Sheen: Can't we just take a moment to appreciate this? We're young, we're in the Bahamas, we've got our whole lives ahead of us. Perhaps I spoke too soon!
Carl: Jimmy, what's happening?
Jimmy: I don't know. Can't...Fight...Current! Too strong! (Shouts)
Sheen: This place has seen the last of my tourist dollars! (Shouts)
Carl: All right, Evil Porpoise, I don't like you and you don't like me, so...yike!
Jimmy: (Grunts)
Sheen: (Shouts)
Carl: (Screams)
Sheen: Good-bye, world! The horror! So, where are we anyway?
Jimmy: Seaweed. It looks like we've been sucked into some sort of kelp processing plant.
Sydney Moist: Bravo! Excellent deduction.
Carl: Hey, Jimmy, isn't that...
Jimmy: Dr. Sydney Moist, the world's leading researcher in the field of phytechemical compounds.
Sydney Moist: And a deliciously graceful tap dancer. Yeah!
Jimmy: But you were reported dead years ago.
Sydney Moist: Oh, I can assure you i'm quite alive--marvelously, resplendently alive! And Charleston. Huh! (Scatting)
Sheen: Hey, Jimmy, you didn't tell us Dr. Moist was completely out of his...(Grunts)
Sydney Moist: Ah, my apologies for sucking you into my lab. The ocean is full of spies. But enough jibber-jabber--who's hungry, hmm? Hipsey, Russell! (Tinkles Bell)
Sheen: Oh, look! Dr. Nut-Job has some slimy green friends.
Sydney Moist: Show our guests to the table. I hope you boys are hungry.
Jimmy: Incredible! They're some type of plankto-humanoid life forms.

Sydney Moist: I decided to make men out of algae. I call them..."Algae-Men"!
Sheen: And I thought he was insane.
Sydney Moist: Well, eat up, there's plenty for everyone.
Sheen: (Flatly) Mmm. It's scrumptious. (Gags)
Jimmy: Yum, yum.
Carl: (Meekly) Yeah, that really hits the spot. (Whimpers)
Jimmy: Why live underwater when you could share with other scientists?
Sydney Moist: Ha! Never! They all laughed at me and called me "Dr. Loony-Pants." Well, who's laughing now, hmm? Who's crazy now?! (Laughs Maniacally) I'll go check on dessert.
Jimmy: Guys, what'd I tell you? There's nothing mysterious about the Bahama Quadrangle.
Carl: Oh, no? We're having dinner at the bottom of the ocean with a crazy lunatic and his seaweed friends.
Jimmy: Okay, granted, he's a little eccentric...(Stares To Camera and Points Sheen)
Sheen: A little eccentric?! The guy's crazier then a sackful of spider monkeys!
Sydney Moist: So, how are we doing, hmm?
Jimmy: Dr. Moist, can you explain to my friends here that there's nothing mysterious about the Bahama Quadrangle?
Sydney Moist: I'd be happy to...Right after your transformation.
Jimmy: (Gulps) Transformation?
Sydney Moist: Into Algae-Men, just like all the other fools who've passed this way to spy on me!
Jimmy: Huh?
Sydney Moist: That's right--your food was checkfull of mutant algae seeds.
Jimmy: Huh?
Sydney Moist: Which even as we speak are infusing your every cell with kelpy goodness!
Jimmy: Huh?
Carl: Guys, I'm turning green!
Jimmy: But you ate it, too--we saw you.
Sydney Moist: Yes, but I have the antidote. (Gulping Loudly) Ah, that is good antidote! (Knocks Softly)
Jimmy: You're insane!
Sheen: Oh, gee, you think?
Carl: What was your first clue?
Sydney Moist: Seize them!

:(Boys Yelling)


Jimmy: So, Dr. Moist kidnaps anyone passing through in the Bahama Quadrangle and turns them into algae-based manservants. I told you it wasn't anything supernatural.
Sheen: Gee, you were right, Jimmy. I'd congratulate you if I weren't being turned into a 85-pound walking salad!
Carl: Oh, I don't know, maybe being algae isn't so bad. I mean, all we have to do is keep our coats moist and slimy.
Sheen: And be butlers to a tap-happy mental case!
Carl: Oh, right.
Jimmy: That's it!
Carl: What's it?
Jimmy: Every room in the lab is kept extremely humid so the Algae-Men can thrive.
Sheen: So?
Jimmy: So watch.

:(Explosion)

Hipsey: (Coughing Violently)
Jimmy: It's working.
Hipsey: (Coughing Continues)

:(Keys Rattle On Floor)

Jimmy: Now we get his keys.

Sydney Moist: (Singing) I knew a young lady named Eloise Crocker whose beauty could knock a man right off his rocker. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't want to knock her but she stank like the sweat socks in Davy Jones' Locker.

:(Control Thuds)


Jimmy: Guys, you distract the Algae-Men while I go for the antidote.
Sheen: Right. Shall we?
Carl: Do let's. Step right up, fellas. Find the pretty lady. That's right--find the pretty lady. Nobody goes home a loser.

Sydney Moist: (Scatting)
Jimmy: (Knocks Softly) An electrical-vectors entry? I expected more from Dr. Moist.
Sydney Moist: (Scatting While Tap-Dancing)
Jimmy: Or not.

:(Explosion)


Carl: That's right--up and down and all around. Find the pretty lady. Oooh! Tough luck, chief.
Hipsey and Russell: (Growling)
Carl: (Laughs Nervously)
Jimmy: Carl, Sheen--catch!
Carl: Oh, what this isn't high in sodium, is it? Because I'm not supposed...(Screams) (Gulping) Yay, I'm pasty again!
Sydney Moist: (Scatting) You'll never escape! My algae-men will get you!
Jimmy: I'd like to see them try!
Sheen: Yeah! You would?
Sydney Moist: Crush them!
Hipsey and Russell: (Groaning Menacingly)
Jimmy: Guys, chew as much Air-Gum as you can.
Carl: Sorry, it's my breath, isn't it?
Jimmy: No, Carl, algae thrives on C02. There's enough in this gum to cause the algae-men to grow exponentially.
Sheen: And how is that good again?
Jimmy: No time to explain. Just chew for your lives! Quick, guys, follow me.
Hipsey and Russell: (Groaning)
Sydney Moist: (Screams) Stop! What are you doing? Stop growing this instant! Don't make me do my angry dance! No! (Voice Becomes Muffled)
Jimmy: Swim! Hurry!

:(Loud Explosion)

Carl: (Screaming)

:(Both Screams)

Carl: (Screaming)

:(Splash)

Jimmy: We did it. Dr. Moist's reign of terror is over.
Sheen: The mystery of the Bahama Quadrangle is solved.
Carl: I'm just glad it wasn't evil porpoises. That would have been terrifying.
Sheen: Oh, not again with the fog!

:(High-Pitched porpoise Whining)

Jimmy: Uh, guys? What say we let this mystery slide?

Carl Wheezer, Boy GeniusEdit

:(Horror Music Playing)

Jimmy: Can you turn off the music, Sheen?
Sheen: Sorry.
Jimmy: Notice the Miscellana octoria's distinctive tibial spurs and scierotized pedipalps.
Sheen: Fascinating. Can you make it do the Hokey-Pokey?
Jimmy: Sheen, go home.
Carl: Guys! Guys! Guys! I've got a girlfriend!
Jimmy: Huh?
Sheen: (Gasps and faints)
Jimmy: Who is she?
Carl: Well, she's my pen pal from Sweden and she's coming to Retroville and her name is Elke Ekberg.
Sheen: That was weird. I thought I heard Carl say he had a girlfriend.
Carl: I do! Here's her picture.
Sheen: (Gasps and faints again)
Carl: She's a teen model, tennis star, gymnast, masseuse and ballet dancer.
Jimmy: Don't take this the wrong way, Carl, but you're kind of a nerd. What does she see in you?
Carl: Well, I sent her some pictures.
Sheen: Man...Where was I when you did all this stuff?
Jimmy: Carl, these are all pictures of me!
Sheen: (Gasps and faints again)
Carl: Yeah, I didn't think she'd like a hefty boy with glasses who's into llamas and sleeps with a blanky and has unsightly spots all over his...
Sheen: Too much information!

Carl: So I told her was a boy genius and I invented cool stuff and had a neat lab.
Jimmy: So you said you were me?
Carl: Huh? Oh, yeah, kind of. Anyway, Elke has a one-day stop over in Retroville on her way to a tennis tournament, and I'm afraid when she sees me, she'll find out I've been lying to her.
Jimmy: Because you have!
Carl: Huh? Oh, yeah, kind of. And then she won't like me anymore.
Jimmy: And by you, you mean me!
Carl: Huh? Oh, yeah, kind of.
Jimmy: Well, if you're looking for help, count me out!
Sheen: Oh, come on, Jimmy, just let Carl pretend to be you. He could show her some inventions, fly her in the hover car, and she'll never know.
Jimmy: No way. I'm not letting Carl touch my stuff.
Carl: Oh, please, Jimmy. This may be my only chance to impress a tennis-playing, teen-modeling, ballet-dancing, gymnasticking masseuse.
Sheen: Yeah, come on, Jimmy.
Jimmy: Okay, for one day only you can be Carl Wheezer, Boy Genius.
Carl: Yay, thanks, Jim! You're the best friend in the whole world. Oh, by the way, I told her you're my dimwitted assistant.
Jimmy: What?!
Carl: And then I said you were an experiment that went horribly wrong.
Sheen: Sweet!

Carl: You think I should put on something nice to meet her?
Jimmy: (Mumbles) Like a mask.
Sheen: Carl, what you need is a total makeover from nerd guy to science guy.

Carl: There she is. (Bashfully) Elke...
Elke: Ja? Carl Wheezer!
Jimmy: Hi, I'm, um...
Carl: My dimwitted assistant. Take Elke's bag, and be quick about it!
Sheen: I'm Sheen.
Elke: (Whispers in Carl's ear) He really used to be a monkey?
Sheen: Monkey? What kind--flying monkey, squirrel monkey, a chunky, funky monkey?
Elke: Ooh, I love your car which hovers.
Carl: Yeah, well, it's just a little something threw together one afternoon. Après vous. Oh, that's French for "get in." Okay, uh...
Jimmy: Go ahead, Boy Genius, start her up.
Carl: Hmm, let's see...I'll, uh, maybe...
Jimmy: May I suggest that instead of the arm-missiles button, you push the one right below it?
Carl: I know what button to push! I was just testing you. I'm teaching him how to drive.
Jimmy: Yeah, I'll teach you how to...(Sheen caps Jimmy's mouth shut)
Sheen: Okay, Monkey Boy says "Let's get this show on the road."

:(Engine Roaring)

Elke: It is so nice to finally meet you in the person. You are such a genius.
Principal: (Singing) His name was Rico he was a show boy...(Screams)
Carl: Uh, Dimwitted Assistant, remember what I taught you about setting the hover car under control?!

:(Horns Honking)

Carl: Whew. Are you okay, Elke?
Elke: Ja.
Carl: You nincompoop! You must have put the wrong fuel in my hover car!
Jimmy: What?! Your hover car?! I...Ugh! Sorry, Carl. My mistake.
Carl: Well, don't ever let it happen again, and it's Mr. Wheezer to you. You just can't get good help these days.
Elke: May we go to see your lab now?
Carl: You got it. To the lab, Dimwitted Assistant.
Jimmy: Uh, yes, sir.
Carl: "Yes, sir, Mr. Wheezer."

Sheen: Don't you love the Swedish language?
Elke: Carl, what are these fantastic things?
Carl: Uh...
Jimmy: Yes, Mr. Wheezer, go ahead, tell her what all these inventions are and how they work.
Carl: Okay, well, that's the bring-back-people-from-another-time machiney thingy. And that's the thingy that goes (Blows Raspberry) and that's the yellow thingy, I know that.
Elke: "Yellow thingy"--you are so the modest boy.
Carl: Oh, well...
Elke: Can you bring back my favorite Swedish poet, Ingmar Ibsen?
Carl: Of course. I'm a genius, aren't I? Now, let me see...Poet, poet...I...Oh, yeah, I think it's these ones.
Jimmy: Mr. Wheezer, wait!
Attilla the Hun: (Roaring Madly)
Jimmy: Attilla the Hun!
Carl: Is he a poet?
Jimmy: No, he's one for the most ferocious warriors of all time.
Attilla the Hun: (Grunting and Roaring Madly) Destroy! Attack! Kill! Maim! Conquer! Arm! Arm! Pinch! (Grunting Madly)
Jimmy: That's my...Uh, I mean, Carl's nuclear reactor! He could set off a radioactive meltdown!
Elke: You make with the saving the day now, Carl?
Carl: Uh, yeah.
Attilla the Hun: (Grunting)
Carl: Who wants fudge brownies?
Jimmy: Brownies?
Attilla the Hun: Plain or with nuts?
Carl: Nuts.
Jimmy: Nuts?!
Attilla the Hun: Nuts! (Cheering Madly)
Jimmy: Whew.
Carl: You supreme bonehead, this was all your fault! You must have got bubble gum in my machine! You're fired!
Jimmy: I'm what?!
Sheen: Take off!
Jimmy: Okay, I will, and you're coming with me.
Sheen: But I want a brownie, too.

Jimmy: I got kicked out of my lab. I'm the genius, not that llama-loving jerk. I'm going back in there and tell Elke the truth.
Sheen: No, Jimmy, this may be Carl's one chance at love, and Elke might have a sister, or twin, or cousin, or youngish aunt, or what about...
Jimmy: If Carl touches one thing in there, if he moves one atom...If he even breathes on anything...
Carl: (Riding in Jimmy's rocket) Next stop: the moon!
Sheen: You were saying?
Jimmy: He's out of control!
Sheen: Relax, he's probably just writing her name in the sky. Must be the Swedish spelling.
Carl: (Screaming)
Elke: Carl, it's too fast. Make with the slowing down.
Carl: How about I point out interesting things in space, okay? Um...That's a big flying rock, and that's another big flying rock, AND THAT'S A GIGANTIC FLYING ROCK COMING RIGHT AT US!!!!!!
Jimmy: I've got to get him out of the meteor shower.
Elke: Look--Dimwitted Assistant and Former Monkey.

'':(All Screaming)

(All Moaning)
Elke: Carl, I...I must say to you something.
Carl: Hold that thought. Way to go, Dimwitted Assistant! I had everything under control until you messed it up!
Jimmy: Under control?! I saved your life, Genius!
Carl: Go home and play with your llamas, you big, dumb, dummy, dopey, little-brain, dum-dum dummy.
Jimmy: Okay, that's it, Wheezer. Elke, you want to know the truth?
Sheen: Jimmy, no! Remember that cute Swedish sister or neighbor. Think of the accent, the meatballs, the socialized medicine. Abba!
Elke: Carl, I have a confession to make. I'm not a teen model, tennis star or other cool things. I am just a simple farm girl who comes here with parents to buy llama feed from my American cousin.
Carl: You mean...
Elke: Ja, I am a big fake! I am not right for genius boy of many adventures.
Carl: No! I'm a big fake, too!
Elke: What?
Carl: Yeah, I'm a nerd. I don't even know how to spell "science," and I love llamas more than people.
Elke: No, Carl, don't try to make feel better with lies.
Carl: But I...
Jimmy: Sheen, let me go!
Carl: Wait!
Elke: Llama Love Society? I'm a member, too!
Carl: Your photo is nice, too.
Elke: Oh, Carl, it is the truth. You were lying. You are a nerd.
Carl: A heavyset, glasses-wearing nerd with a blanky and many fears and numerous medical problems.
Elke: Come. Let me kiss you so many times, Nerd Boy.
Jimmy: Hey, I'm a nerd!
Sheen: I'm a nerd, too!
Jimmy: I'm a huge nerd.
Sheen: I'm the nerdiest kid in town.
Carl: Elke, there's a brand-new baby llama at the petting zoo.
Elke: What are we doing here?
Carl: Let's boogie!
Jimmy: What just happened here?
Sheen: Oh, love is strange, Jimmy. It's like the Swedish poet once said, "Herda gerda gaberda shamerda curla hurla herda..."
Jimmy: Just stop it.
Sheen: Okay.

Lady Sings The NewsEdit

(Everyone walks away, and Jimmy kisses Cindy)

Carl: Hey, Guys! Okay, you're coming back right? Guys! My scapula!

Butch: "Jimmy and Cindy sitting in a--" (Cindy forcefully punches him sqarely in the stomach) Butch (panting on the floor): ".....tree."

Jimmy Timmy Power Hour TrilogyEdit

Jimmy Timmy Power Hour 1Edit

Timmy: You bought Mr Crocker to Fairy world? What kind of genius are you?
Jimmy: You brought a girl into my lab? What kind of genius are you?
Cindy: Back off him, Nerd-tron! Timmy's already saved the day, and saved your dog, in half the time you would've.
Timmy: Listen, there might be a way to stop Crocker if-
Jimmy: Like I care what you think! As long as my dog's OK, we're done. {shuts off his wristwatch}

Goddard: [as Decimator; targeting the Purple Flurp Factory] New player; you dare to challenge Decimator? Your future is cancelled!

Timmy: [using Jimmy's Hypno Beam] You think you're- Mighty Mom!
Judy Neutron: [under hypnosis] Quickly spinning around, Judy Neutron transforms herself into- Mighty Mom! Super powered hero of domestic order. My hyper domestic senses detect dirt, danger, and dirt! Vacuum cleaner powered flight, activate! [runs off, bumping into something and breaking it and she puffs up] I'll clean that up.

Timmy: [waiting for the Decimator software to download] C'mon, download! Be patient, Turner. You're a bulgy scientist now. Bulgy scientists require discipline, perseverence, and above all... I'm bored!

When Nerds CollideEdit

(In Dimsdale)

Sheen: Hey, look! I'm totally flat! (Falls on the ground)

(In Retroville)

Timmy: I wish I have a cool rocket like Neutron's

(Everyone stares at him)

Timmy: (hesitating) that I will now invent behind this tree.

Professor Calamitous: [combined with Jorgen, in Retroville] Oh joy! Having a magical collaberator has allowed my to accomplish every item on my new to-do list. I've terroized the inhabitants with prehistoric creatures, imprisoned Jimmy's loved ones in carbonite, and made this sandwich to nourish my strapping new body.
Jorgen: This sandwich is unacceptable! Sourdough is the lowest form of bread.
Professor Calamitous: [sternly] You'll eat it and you'll like it.
Jorgen: This- indignity- will be avenged! [eats sandwich] Mmm, spicy mustard.
Cindy: [thinking Jimmy and Timmy are dead] The two boys I love are gone, and now you'll probably do something to me!
Professor Calamitous: Ah, a gentleman would never harm a lady. Besides, I need you so you can witness this. [poofs up a giant bomb] I call it my Big Bang Bomb! It has an explosion so powerful, it will rip the very fabric of time! The Earth will revert to its original state, allowing me to remake it in my own glorious image. [laughs evilly]
Jorgen: You madman! [pause] Could you please pass the pickle relish?

(Chip Skylark's "My Shiny Teeth and Me" song plays in a multi-dimensinal Friday the 13th dance between Retroville and Dimsdale)

Cindy: I'm having a great time, Neutron.
Jimmy: Me too, Cindy. I'm glad you could spend the dance time with me.
Timmy: Mind if I cut in?

(Timmy pulls Cindy into Dimsdale)

Jimmy: Hey! The upbeat groovy dances were mine!
Dimsdale Libby: I can't belive we're jamming at the first ever multi-dimensinal dance party!
Sheen: (Switches between Retroville and Dimsdale) Yeah, look! I'm flat! I'm bulgy! I'm flat! I'm bulgy!

(Carl whispers in Retroville Wanda's ear. Wanda, shakingly, transforms professor calamitous into judy neutron)

Carl:(suavely) Hi, Mrs. Neutron!
Retroville Cosmo: Whoo, yeah!

The JerkinatorsEdit

Jimmy: Adapting?
Timmy: Well it won't be easy. Every time we throw something he adapts.

Shirley: [captures Jimmy] You think you're so special; well, what if I took away what makes you so special, like your genius?
Jimmy: And how do you propose to do that?! {drains Jimmy's brainpower away while gripping him with his tentacles}
Shirley: Einstein's Theory of Relativity describes that energy equals mass times times the square root of the speed of light. The p in 'pneumonia' is silent, and all-day soccer rounds last about 22.3 hours. I AM a genius! {hurls Jimmy away}
Jimmy: Well, now you're in for it. I have my tools right here, so I can build something to- {notices a monster trucks ad} Monster Truck Rally! Oh no! My brainpower is almost gone. But who cares? The big trucks is gonna eat the little trucks!

Cindy: [to Shirley] What are going to do with them?
Shirley: Giving them a front row seat to the destruction of both of their universes! [casually] You have two days to live; enjoy yourselves and have a blast! Oh, and here's a portal in case you want to save yourselves and come hang with me. [poofs up a portal to his dimension]
Wanda: Oh no! He's going to destroy everything.
Cosmo: I wanna go home!
A.J.: I want to go back to the 21st Century; where I'll still have 200 years to live.
Sheen: I want to see the monster trucks! The big trucks is gonna eat the little trucks!
Chester: Sorry, dude. That's three days from now. The universe will be gone by then. [Sheen cries out in agony]
Shirley: Oops, almost forgot! [poofs the sign for Dimmsdale into his dimension, and laughs menacingly]

(In Shirley's universe)

Cindy: I got an idea. Carl turn around.
Carl: Why? (Cindy pulls up his underwear and writes on it)
Cindy: Alright we know he is big, we know he has superpowers and we know he has weapons.
Cosmo: And look! There's a smiling sun!
Cindy: All we have to do is get rid all three of those.

(A "Poof" cloud forms in Shirley's universe)

Mr. Turner:Hey, what's going on?
Hugh: I can't move!

(Shirley tips them over like dominoes, spelling "Villans Rulez")

Shirley: Well, that was anticlimatic. Of course I rule!
Cindy: I can't belive it!
Libby: Nethier do I! He spelled "rules" with a "Z"! What's up with that?

Timmy: [trying to think of a plan to stop Shirley] Can you think of any ideas?
Jimmy: Just two: monkeys make me laugh, and there's probably something in my lab to help us get out of this.
Timmy: Or we could look for something in your lab to get us out of this.
Jimmy: Why didn't I think of that?
Timmy: Because I'm smarter than you.

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