My Life as a Teenage Robot (2003– )
Mad Hammer Brother #2: I still can't see why we can't blow up the roller rink.
Mad Hammer Brother #1: Because everyone's here, Spaz.
Mad Hammer Brother #2: You're the Spaz.
Mad Hammer Brother #1: No, you are.
Mad Hammer Brother #2: You stink like a monkey butt.
Mad Hammer Brother #1: *You* stink like an elephant butt.
Mad Hammer Brother #2: *You* stink like a Spaz butt.
Jenny: I hate to "Butt" in, but I think it's time for this to end.
Mad Hammer Brothers: You're too late, Spazbot!
[about Jenny's goofy eyes]
Mrs. Wakeman: I don't think you look dweeb I think you look very p-hat!
Jenny: It's pronounced "fat" mother.
Teacher: Class, this is neither the time or the place. Please wait until after class to ridicule Jenny about her boyfriend.
Tuck: Hello Mrs. Wakeman...
[Jenny gives into Tucks demands not to mention the party]
Tuck: I just called to say, I love you.
Mrs. Wakeman: [over the phone] Excuse me?
Mrs. Wakeman: [dressed as a ninja] Uhh! How do those young Asian men breathe in those things?
Brad: How am I supposed to LEARN if I'm not PERMITTED to? But try explaining that to my dad.
[Brad is at the wheel of a UFO]
Tuck: What are you doing? You could get us killed, or vaporized, or grounded!
[the UFO takes off]
Tuck: Or get us UNgrounded.
Male Receptionist: Oh, boy. Where to begin... where to begin? First of all, fatty, I'm not bowing down to anyone. Second of all, unless you're here for a supermodel audition you're not seeing anyone's master. Third of all, shoo.
Brad: There is NOTHING wrong with a boy wearing cover-up.
Mrs. Wakeman: Earrings? I designed a state-of-the-art, crime-fighting robot, not some simple mannequin to hang with googols and gimcrackery!
Jenny: After all the bad stuff I said...
XJ8: That's what sisters are for.
XJ6: Oil is thicker than water.
XJ4: But so much harder to get out of a carpet.
XJ5: A few harsh words aren't going to break up the XJs.
Jenny: 2.75 seconds into the new school year, and I'm already a laughingstock.
Brad: Hey... what're you doing?
Jenny: [slamming her stomach container shut] Nothing!
Brad: No, I mean your pigtails. They're... freakin' out.