Jim and Tim Possible: [Repeated Line if someone is blatantly obvious] Hicka-bicka-Duhh?
[Fuming, Kim signs her brothers' contract]
Jim and Tim Possible: Woo-hoo, oh, yeah! Hoo-sha!
Kim Possible: Hey, no gloating!
Jim and Tim Possible: [points to the contract] Page 6, subparagraph 3: "Gloating is to be allowed."
Ron Stoppable: Whoat, they got you with a "niener" clause! Oh yeah, they're good.
Jim and Tim Possible: [reading contract] "Kimberly Ann Possible, who shall be known as the Car Monkey..."
Kim Possible: [after her latest brush with Motor Ed] No mocking the hair.
Ron Stoppable: [chuckles nervously] Are you kidding me? You know, I know the basic boyfriend rules, Kim. Your new haircut is fabulous! And those slacks are very flattering!
Kim Possible: Thanks for the sensitivity.
Jim and Tim Possible: Sorry, but we're contractually obligated to mock.
Kim Possible: Okay, just get it over with.
Jim and Tim Possible: It's no fun if you help.
Shego: [examining the rocket blueprints] Huh, the Kepler specs are pretty impressive. Of course, it's all how you use it.
Motor Ed: It's so gonna rock, seriously!
Shego: I think maybe I can get on board with this...
[sees the rocket]
Shego: It looks like a race car! You tricked it out?
Motor Ed: You say "tricked out" like it's a bad thing.
[Motor Ed breaks into the prison]
Motor Ed: Yo, cuz, it's me, Eddie.
Dr. Drakken: Ah-ha! I knew I could count on family. Freedom is at hand! No more lockdown, no more prison food, and no more yakkety-blab from you, Lucre!
[Ed goes past with Shego in tow]
Motor Ed: Later, Drew, seriously!
Dr. Drakken: What?
Shego: Later, losers!
Frugal Lucre: Listen, if it's any consolation on the whole counting-on-family-front, I'm still waiting for my mother to post my bail.