Queen of Trash: Since I'm a Queen of my word, you're free to go and pursue the blanket or bed covering of your choice.
Oscar: Huxley! First this guy ruined my beautiful Grouclland, and now, he's messin' with my frie...
[everyone is surprised to hear what Oscar just said]
Big Bird: Oscar, were you gonna say "friend"?
Oscar: No. I was gonna say... "French-fried fish-heads"!
[everyone else scoffs in disagreement]
Oscar: All right. So the little stink ball IS my friend. Oh, I gotta go do somethin' about this!
Gordon: [in jail] Hey! Can we get some water in here?
[gets a bucketful of water in the face]
Huxley: Now get in the cartoonishly evil vehicle and drive!
Humongous Chicken: Now stand still. Like a piece of corn.
Bug: How about that Elmo? What guts! What spunk! What chutzpah!
Huxley: You know what, Bug? You are really beginning to bug me.
Bug: Hmm... That's probably because I'm a bug.
Bug: You have a very lovely singing voice.
Huxley: Thank you. I always fancied myself a singer. I was almost in a bus and truck show of West Side Story. They said I wasn't right for Maria. What do they know? I feel pretty.
Sharon Groan: You like me! You really like me! Get my good side... Oh, that's right. I don't have a good side.