Gordo: [looking at Kate] Well, I guess Kate sorta does give off a sort some... visual signals which imply a biological nurturing capability...
Miranda: We get it, Gordo. She's stacked.
Gordo: Yes, yes she is.
[Mr. McGuire, who Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda think is a burglar, is hit in the crotch with a paint can]
Gordo: [to Lizzie and Miranda] You guys have to trust me. You have no idea how much that hurts.
[Gordo is describing his dream city to Lizzie and Miranda]
Gordo: A bookstore containing the works of Navajo and Greek philosophers, a coffeehouse where people only discuss music and politics, a thousand foot waterslide ending in a swim-up counter where they serve free deep-fried pizza... and Tyra Banks would be the mayor... I've given this a lot of thought.
[Lizzie is babysitting Matt. Gordo is also there but is not being much help]
Lizzie: You didn't come here just to watch TV on the couch!
Gordo: Fine, I'll watch TV in your room!
Gordo: [after seeing Lizzie holding her hand three feet over the ground] Let me guess. That's how tall Tom Cruise is.
Lizzie: Okay, Gordo. Imagine that you live in a boring suburb where all the houses look alike and everybody's predictable.
Gordo: I do live in a boring suburb where all the houses look alike and everyone's predictable, thank you.
Lizzie: Matt, go upstairs, change your shirt and get cleaned up. Now!
Matt McGuire: No!
Lizzie: Zip it!
Miranda: Why should I? He won't!
Lizzie: Matt. Starting right now, you do everything I tell you! Or I'll tell Mom and Dad.
Matt McGuire: Na-ah. You want Mom and Dad to think you're a good babysitter. So you're gonna say things went great.
Lizzie: Then I'll squash you like a bug instead!
Matt McGuire: Then I'll tell Mom and Dad. Face it, I'm in charge here.
Lizzie: No. I am in charge here!
Gordo: Matt, what do you say we go upstairs and find you a clean shirt.
Matt McGuire: Okay.