Tino:
Later days!
[about Lor]
Tino's Mom:
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Tino:
Mom, they got her wearing pink.
Tino's Mom:
Ooh, that is serious.
Tish:
If I'm a winter, how about this?
[Comes out of dressing room dressed in a white faux fur coat that covers all but her face]
Tino:
Stand absolutely still.
Carver:
What if it tracks by scent?
Tish:
Ha, ha. Very funny.
Tino:
Aah! It's seen us! Run!
Carver:
I am going to be CARP!
Tino:
Did you say Carp?
Carver:
That stands for what I want to be. Cool And Radically Popular.
Tino:
It's a good thing you don't want to be Cool RICH And Popular.
Carver:
Why?
[repeated line]
Tish's Mom:
Is what I say!
Tino:
If you try to make everyone follow your plan, you're really no better than a gym teacher.
Tish:
Maybe you're confusing us with your imaginary friends.
[Tino turns to the camera and addresses the audience]
Tino:
She thinks I have imaginary friends. Ha!
[about his mother's vegetarian Halloween candy]
Tino:
That's so healthy, its un-American...
Lor McQuarrie:
On our planet we call that a golf course.
Tino:
If a game doesn't have rules, it's not a game is it?
Carver:
No, it's politics.
Carver:
You have a point there, Lor.
[Frantically checking her chest]
Lor McQuarrie:
Where?
Tino:
We may not be as interesting as the people on Teen Canyon, but at least we aren't made up characters on T.V... or are we?
Tino:
Want me to leave so you can say bad words?
Tino's Mom:
Yeah that would be nice...
Tino:
Why can't you be one of those nice moms who just say "Yes Dear"
Tino's Mom:
Yes dear.
Tino:
Well it's a little too late for that now.
Tino's Mom:
Yes dear
Tino:
No talking!
[Tish is forcing her friends to do a radio play]
Carver:
I can't work under these conditions! I'll be in my trailer!
[Walks into a closet and closes it]
Tino:
Err... that's my closet.
[a girl who humiliated Carver is waving at him at the beach]
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SHE'S WAVING AT ME? Isn't there a law against that?
Tino:
[Sarcastic] Yeeah, you're enforced by the Federal Bureau of Waving.
[Tino is poking his dinner with a fork, but not eating it]
Tino's Mom:
It isn't going to bite you.
Tino:
That works out nicely, because I don't plan to bite it.
Carver:
Do you have a compass in there?
Tino:
Yup!
Carver:
Maybe you can use it to find your way BACK TO REALITY!
Carver:
Do you have a compass in there?
Tino:
Why, yes I do!
Carver:
Well, maybe you could use it to find your way back to *reality*!
Tino:
They're coming to get me! Mutant clowns from the Hollow Earth! They're real! It's the clown-pocalypse! Aaah!
Carver:
I think he's getting better.
Mrs Duong:
Thank you for helping Helpers Helping the Helpless. Your help was very... helpful! And if anyone finds my thesaurus please let me know.
Tish:
Me? JEALOUS? I haven't got a jealous bone in my body!
Carver:
Do you have any jealous internal organs?
Carver:
Excuse me while I spend the rest of my life in the attic.
[Carver walks off]
Lor McQuarrie:
Wow! That must be a pretty nice attic! Er... what?
Tish:
Lor, don't you think you're being a tad paranoid?
Carver:
A tad? More like 5 tads and 18 smidgens.
Carver:
Ugh, I think my stomach just resigned in disgust.
Tino:
I think your cooking may have military applications.
Tino's Mom:
Watch it...
[Tino is upset because he didn't win a mock election]
Tino:
I'm just a fat, ugly, loser.
Lor McQuarrie:
You're not fat!
Francis:
[dressed as scissors for Halloween] Pointy, pointy.
[repeated line]
Francis:
[snickers] I like pointy things...
[snickers again]
Dixon:
[playing ball] Try to keep your eye on the ball this time, it won't bite.
Tino:
It's not so much biting I'm worried about as bone-shattering impact.
Tino's Mom:
[Tino refuses to leave his room] He said he won't come out until the city's been cleared of its un-holy clown infestation.
Lor McQuarrie:
Have you seen the World's Funniest Medical Blunders?
Carver:
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Once. This guy swallowed his dentures and when the doctors gave him an x-ray, his lungs were smiling back at him.
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Tino:
Hello, could you at least knock before you enter my mind?
Lor McQuarrie:
[watching Tino ride his scooter] Huh,you have pretty good posture for someone without a backbone.
Tish:
If you need an idea, use your imagination.
Lor McQuarrie:
I think I sprained mine.
Tino:
Could you give me a map to that sentence?
Lor McQuarrie:
[Mowing Tino's lawn] Was that a rosebush?
Tino:
Not anymore.
Tino:
Tish has lost her dignity.
Lor McQuarrie:
Look under the sofa cushion. I find all sorts of stuff under there.
Tino:
How long have we been here?
Lor McQuarrie:
Somewhere between an hour... and a hundred thousand years.
Tish:
Don't you want to broaden your minds?
Lor McQuarrie:
Our minds are already broad enough.
Carver:
Yea I already have trouble finding hats that fit.
Carver:
How do you spell beautiful?
Girl:
M-e-l G-i-b-s-o-n
Tino:
[Carver is wearing a latex suit and helmet] You look like a roll-on deodorant.
Carver:
Interesting. And how did you obtain your data?
Tino:
Made it up.
Carver:
I see.
Carver:
Geeks... Geeks? Those geeks are my friends!
Tino:
did he just say geeks?
Tino's Mom:
You know, a kite flies on a string, not a stick.
Tino:
[pause] I could see your lips moving, but all I heard was "blah, blah-blah".
Lor McQuarrie:
It's like an upside down universe.
Tino:
Where up is down and boy bands play instruments.
Tino:
The cliff-dwellers didn't have skateboards! Cliffs plus wheels equals BAD!
Lor McQuarrie:
It's the crazy backwards universe again.
Tino:
Where cats chase dogs and sitcoms are funny.
Lor McQuarrie:
If that counts as dancing then it counts as singing when I burp.
Tino:
Mom, which one of these shirts projects a mysterious, vulnerable, dangerous, lost puppy quality?
Tino's Mom:
Come here. Let me feel your forehead.
Tish:
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I have here plans for a twelve-foot granite pyramid with twenty thousand miniature workers dragging stone blocks.
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Tino:
Uh-huh? And I have *here* cardboard, glue, sticks and paint.
Tish:
Okay. How about a one-foot pyramid with two miniature workers dragging a sugar cube.
Tino:
I know you spent a lot of time on those plans, Tish. I'm sorry you had to compromise your artistic vision.
Tish:
And *I'm* sorry you had to sit on a tube of paint.
Tino:
Oh great. Looks like I sat on a leprechaun.
Carver:
You guys are toast.
Tino:
Well you're double toast.
Lor McQuarrie:
You're triple toast.
Tish:
You're *French* toast.
Tino:
*French* toast?
Tish:
[sighs] It's been a long day.
Lor McQuarrie:
Go fish.
Carver:
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