Goof Troop (1992–1993)
Peg: Pete, this is the LOWEST you've ever stooped!
Goofy: You're not bein' fair.
Pete: Thanks, Goof.
Goofy: Petey's stooped much lower than this!
[Max and PJ are admiring Pete's skateboard ramp]
Max: Think how much speed we could get with a ramp like that! Then we'd...
PJ: Kill ourselves?
[Pete has caught the boys with his video camera]
Pete: You boys have some serious grovelin' to do!
PJ: [nervously] D-don't kill us, Dad. We swiped it for a good cause.
Max: Dad, how long is "not long"?
Goofy: Just hang on to your cowlick.
Goofy: The windows are so clean you can hardly see through them.
[dough that Pete tries cooking is starting to extremely inflate]
Peg: Oh, cherry-pick, how much cheese did you put in that dough?
Pete: Just a pint. It says right here.
[looks on a box]
Pete: Oh, I guess that only says a "pinch."
Pete: Oh, you gotta help me, Peg! Please! You gotta help me! You gotta help me! Please, please, please, don't make me beg.
Peg: You are begging.
Pete: Well, then, don't make me beg anymore than I half to.
Pete: For the contest.
[catches his breath in embarrassment for letting the cat out of the bag]
Peg: *Contest*? What contest?
Pete: "The Mr. Spoonerville Society Help Helper's Contest."
Peg: [she starts laughing at him in disbelief] You? Pete?
[she drops onto the bed, and laughs hysterically]
Peg: Help, helper?
[she laughs hard a little more, then suddenly stops]
Peg: Don't make me laugh.
[cooking dough has exploded all over Pete in front of Peg]
Pete: Whatever you were thinking of saying, don't say it.
Pete: [thinking he's been robbed] Call the FBI, call the CIA call the PTA!
Pete: What was the name of the unknown soldier? How many feathers does mum goose have? How much would would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
PJ: I can't even say that.