Basil: [looks up] Um, Johnny? What're we looking at?
Johnny: Gwen's dinner. On the ceiling.
Basil: Oh! Looks delicious...
Basil: What's wrong, Johnny?
Johnny: What's wrong? I can't find my colander. And without my colander, I can't make pasta. And if I can't make pasta, the dinner's ruined. Again.
Seymour: Oh, so now it's a water-drainer? Next thing you know, someone's gonna tell me it's the Queen of Shiba!
Johnny: [grimace] Basil, thanks for the weedleberry tea. It was great.
Johnny: Basil, would you mind explaining to me why my head's on a pumpkin and I'm laying under a blanket made of moss?
Basil: Oh, well it's an old earth sprite remedy: don't be a bumpkin, sleep on a pumpkin. 'Neath a moss cover, you'll soon recover!
Basil: Tickle Tickle Tickle!
Lily: Are the moss packs working?
Johnny: Well, I - I don't really know, Lily.
Ginger: What about the spruce branch?
Johnny: Uh, well, my nose is numb. Is that good?
Basil: Um... Uh... Could be! Ha Ha Ha!
Johnny: Well, you guys aren't gonna believe this. Gwen can't come to dinner.
Lily: Aw. Johnny, that's too bad.
Basil: Yeah, you worked so hard.
Ginger: Yeah, and... it smells so good.
Root: Yeah. I'm hungry.
Johnny: Aw. Hey, you know what? I have an idea. Let's all have dinner together!
Lily: Oh, that's a great idea!