"Remember kids, Yakko spelled backwards is Okkay!"
"So what are we going to get Dr. Scratchy?"
"Ooooooh, how about an outfit from Oedipus Rex Men's Wear?"
"Nah, his mom would hate those."
"Wait a minute. You expect us poor, innocent children to climb up dangerous scaffolding and paint naked people all over a church?"
"We'll do it."
"But we're not doing it for art. We're not doing it for the sake of money. No! We're doing it because we love painting naked people."
"And the moral of today's story is: If you can't say something nice, you're probably at the Ice Capades."
[upon entering the underworld]
[in a trance/flatly] "all is strange and vague..."
[tranced/flatly] "Are we dead?"
[tranced/flatly] "Or is this Ohio..."
"We protest you calling us "little kids". We prefer to be called "vertically-impaired pre-adults"."
"Early to rise and early to bed, makes a man healthy, but socially dead."
"I think so, Brain, but isn't Regis Philbin already married?"
"All we know is that we like you. We have no taste, but we like you."
"Is this you? Are you happily engrossed in inconsequential cartoon trivia to the point that your socks can probably stand up by themselves?"
"Skippy. You shoulda been asleep hours ago."
"I know, Aunt Slappy, but I can't sleep. I keep hearing Santa's sleigh."
"Ehhhh, that's just the LAPD choppers."
"Nice decorating. Let me guess, Satan?"
"We'd love to stay here and count our brain cells as they die one-by-one."
"But we can't."
"Pinky! Are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I think so, Brain, but how will we get the Spice Girls into the paella?"
"Whatcha doin' over there, Brain?"
"Contemplating your afterlife, Pinky."
"Dear Santa, I have been ever so good this year. I would like a new mallet and a shiny brass anvil."
