Mabel Pines: [sighs] I just don't get it, Wendy. I hug a lot, I can burp the alphabet, I have scratch and sniff clothing. Why does every boy leave me?
Wendy Corduroy: Pfft, who cares? Boys are the worst. You shouldn't get hung up, man.
Mabel Pines: Maybe I come on too strong, you know?
Wendy Corduroy: Well, what's your opener? Pretend I'm a boy.
[She puts up her hair, giving herself a mustache]
Wendy Corduroy: Mmm, testosterone.
[spits]
Mabel Pines: [loudly] HI! I'M MABEL! I'M TWELVE AND I OWN A PIG! WANT TO GET MARRIED?
Wendy Corduroy: [laughs] Honestly, that was perfect.
[as she puts her hair back down]
Wendy Corduroy: You should just forget about guys, man.
Mabel Pines: Wendy, that's it. Forget about guys!
[She picks up the memory gun]
Mabel Pines: I just need to type "summer romances" into this thing, and I won't feel bad about them anymore.