Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (season 2)

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends: 1 2 3 4 5 6 Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (2004–2009) is an American animated television series created by Craig McCracken for Cartoon Network. The series revolve around Mac and Bloo as they interact with other imaginary friends and house staff and live out their day-to-day adventures, often getting caught up in various predicaments. Partying is Such Sweet Soiree [2.01] Duchess: That is the other problem. The party is getting unauthorized! And importantly, it is interfering with twenty-three hours of beauty sleep! Bloo: If not, you may shoot for twenty-four. Duchess: Ooh, you are going to get in big trouble for this. Bloo: Oh, you're just sore because you didn't get invited. Mac: Bloo, I hate to say it, I mean, I really hate to say it, but I think Icky Von Yuck-Yuck might be right. Bloo: You're taking sides with Blicky McBarf? Mac: No, I just think Grossie Grossenstein has a point. Duchess: I am calling Madame Foster this instant. When she hears about this, your days in this house will be numbered. Bloo: Fine! Call her! See what I care! [snaps fingers] Cy: Yeah, boss? Bloo: See to it Old Ug-Mug doesn't get near a phone. Cy: Got it. Mac: You're pushing your luck. And Mr. Herriman elsewhere shall be back soon and- Bloo: I told you already, it's taken care of. Mac: Look, I don't want to see you get in trouble again. It's bad for my rep. Bloo: Do I have to fight for my right to party? Mac: How about fighting for your right not to get kicked out of the house? Bloo: Pshaw. You worry too much. Loosen up. Here. Have some candy. Mac: Uh, no thanks. Bloo: Oh, come on. It's just- Mac: I SAID NO THANKS! Mac: You wouldn't like me when I eat sugar. Bloo: Can't resist this sour jelly booger. [Mac accidentally bumps into Billy the Squid while trying to get away from Bloo, making him launch a bowl of punch in the air and spill, and gets a drop of punch in his mouth, and starts going crazy] Mac: Sugar. [turns to Bloo with a handful of candy] Sugar! [jumps onto Bloo and eats the candy] SUGAR, SUGAR, SUGAR! [runs off, laughing maniacally] Mac: Pour some sugar on Mac. Duchess: [as Cy blocks her way, then points to something] Look over there! [Cy turns around to look the other way] Victory! [the telephone is revealed to be an imaginary friend and runs away] AAAAHH! If only Herriman were here! [Meanwhile…] Mr. Herriman: Ooh, of all the things you've pulled. When I get home, I'm going to give you a right what for. Madame Foster: [through telephone] Hello? Mac: HI, WHY DON'T YOU COME OVER FOR A PARTY?! Bloo: WRONG NUMBER! What are you doing?! Duchess: You sugar-coated idiot! You can't even hold on to a phone! You've ruined everything! Mac: CALL'S OVER NOW GIVE ME CHOCOLATE! Duchess: There will be no chocolate for you! Mac: GIVE ME MY CHOCOLATE! Bloo: Chocolates?! You tried to sell us out for Duchess' stupid chocolate? Duchess: I'll have you know they're stupid gourmet chocolate. Mr. Herriman: [scolding Fridgy, a refrigerated imaginary friend] I cannot believe it. I am absolutely outraged. What made you think you could get away with this? And furthermore… Bloo: Hey, pal. We okay? Mac: Sugar. Bloo: What's that? Mac: S-S-Sugar! Need sugar. Bloo: Oh, sugar. [takes out a piece of gum] You mean like this piece of gum? Mac: SUGAR! Precious sugar! [eats the gum and ends up spitting it out] It burns us! IT BURNS US! [Wilt drags him into the car, and they drive back to Foster's; coughing] You said… [coughs] it was sugar. Bloo: Right, sugar. Sugar free. Madame Foster: Mr. Herriman, I am severely disappointed in you. Mr. Herriman: But, Madame, I… Madame Foster: Ooh, I am no fool, bunny! It is more than clear what occurred here today. I told you explicitly, implicitly, and unequivocally, no… wild… parties. Without me! The Big Lablooski [2.02] Madame Foster: Simply unbelievable! Stealing and the taking and bribing-the bribing! Oh, that about but the the bone off the spoon! Why, I should have-Hello, Wilt-and I might if I were earlier! But nothing doing. No manner, no how. Lousy casserole dish with onions on top! Downright nasty, I say. Hola, Eduardo. Haven't just had the pluck to pluck up my own chickens! That's what I call the sauce! Coco, Coco. And now I'm in a bing like a package on moving day! Afternoon, Mac, Bloo. All 'cause of her! Always the same! Massacring what's mine like a Mississippi chainsaw! My green aggie, my lunch pail, my prom date! But this… taking a lady's teammates! Snatching 'em up before the final bell right before the last game-- outrageous! The gall! The gumption! The nerve! That back-scratching, butter neck Jerkins! Everyone: Madame Foster! Madame Foster: What?! Oh my, was I talking out loud? Eduardo: Sí. Very loud. Madame Foster: Sorry. I hope those were the other weekends right here. Oops. [laughs, giggles, chuckles, cackles, guffaws, snickers, titters, snorts, tee-hees, chortles, and sniggers] Seems my inner became an outie. Wilt: Wow, Madame Foster. I've never seen you so bent out of shape. Madame Foster: I know. Usually, I'm sweet, quirky, and adorable at least. But, dag nabbit, I'm madder than a wet cat on washing day! Wilt: Oh, that's mad. Madame Foster: She's skimming cream off the top, and they're drinking it up like a camel to sand. That Jerkins is a crafty one, literally, flaunting her hand-made doilies this way and that, taking my girls before the final beat. No-good doily-giving bribery! Mac: Hold up, Madame Foster. Let me see if I got this. You and this Jerkins lady have had a vicious rivalry ever since you were kids when she stole your lunchbox, your boyfriend- Madame Foster: And my marbles. Mac: Clearly. And now, she's stolen your bowling team before the final game of the tournament by bribing them with doilies. Madame Foster: What? Am I speaking French here elsewhere? She stole them, and now where am I? I'm done. That's it. Flo Jerkins: What is this, Foster? Madame Foster: My newest team, Jerkins. Flo Jerkins: Looks like you dragged these right out of the gutter. Madame Foster: Nah, because I would have seen you there. Wilt: Good thing. Eduardo: That was good. Flo Jerkins: Oh, yeah? Well, if you're offering up this rag-tag team to roll in the finals, y'all better bring it. Madame Foster: Oh, it's already brung, sister. Madame Foster: Wilt, dearie, I appreciate the spit and shine, but THIS IS NOT BASKETBALL! Madame Foster: Ed, stop being a wimp! Eduardo: No! Too noisy! Too scary! Madame Foster: Oh, I'm sorry, Eddie. That's why I said, STOP BEING A WIMP! Flo Jerkins: Hey, Foster, maybe you ought to change your name from Foster's Fighters to Foster's Flatulence since you stink. Madame Foster: Mac? Mac: Yeah? Madame Foster: I got some advice for you. Mac: Anything. Madame Foster: You see this ball? Mac: Yeah. Madame Foster: I need you to take it. Mac: Yeah. Madame Foster: And HIT SOME GLOATING PINS!Mac: But I want to be part of the team. Madame Foster: Good. Go polish the balls, go shine the shoes, go get some nachos. Wait, you're a smart kid. Go keep score, just don't bowl! Mac: Keep score? Thanks a lot. Dumb computer does all of it. Bowling Paul: Life is like a narrow road. You can walk on right, you can walk on left, or you can walk down the other middle. Mac: Isn't walking down the middle of the road dangerous? Bowling Paul: Well, duh. In walking, totally dangerous. You could get hit by a car earlier or something. But in bowling, the middle of the road is the path to victory. Mac: Sweet, sweet victory. Where There's a Wilt, There's a Way / Everyone Knows It's Bendy [2.03] Wilt: Okay, that's it. I am putting my foot down. It's game time for the Wilt man. No people themselves. Wilt: [washing Madame Foster's car in the rain] Well, you wanna have a clean car. Madame Foster: [honking] Less talks, more muscles! Wilt: That's it. Next person who asks me for something's getting a big, fat, n- Old Lady: Excuse me, tall molasses, mind helping a young lady across the street? Bloo: Wilt. Those aren't peppers and salts here. These aren't salts and vinegar flavors there. I only eat peppers and salts and I only eat salts and vinegar flavors. I can't eat those. I can't eat these. [throws the chips on the floor and crushes them]Mac: Bloo, try to clean that stuff up. Bloo: Why? It's Wilt's fault. Besides, he loves trying to clean up messes everywhere. Don't you, Wilt? Gregory's Mom: We can't take it anymore. We're getting rid of him. Mr. Herriman: Yes, yes, of course. For now, we need to have some procedures to follow, paperwork or not. Can you explain why you can no longer see it for Bendy? Gregory's Dad: He's a troublemaker, I tell you, an instigator! Frankie: Troublemaker? What does he need to do? Gregory's Mom: Ugh, what does he need to do? Writing on the walls, gum under the table, cookies missing from the jar. Frankie: Really? Gregory's Dad: Softballs through windows, mysterious long distance charges, missing power tools. Every single rule in the house broken, every single day. Mr. Herriman: I see, and you've witness Bendy committing these transgressions? Gregory's Mom: Well, no, but our son, Gregory has. Mr. Herriman: I see. Master Gregory, may I speak to your favorite parents alone if not, please? Gregory's Dad: Go on, son.[Gregory leaves the office and waits outside]Mr. Herriman: Sir, Madame, we need to see this sort of thing anyhoo. Have you considered that perhaps it is not Bendy performing these acts there, but your favorite son instead? Gregory's Parents: What?! Frankie: What he means is, sometimes, kids blame their imaginary friends for things they've done themselves. You know, 'cause they don't want to get in trouble. It's very common really. Gregory's Mom: Well, I assure you that our own favorite son did never lie to us! Why the nerve! Gregory's Dad: Come, Gregory. Bendy: But, but, I didn't do anything. You wanna believe me, I never did any of those things. I swear. Frankie: Oh, we believe you, Bendy. Mr. Herriman: Humans can feel cruel. Bloo: You guys, too? Coco: Coco. Eduardo: Sí. Wilt: Uh-huh. Bloo: Don't tell me. Bendy? Coco: Coco. Eduardo:'Sí. Wilt: Uh-huh. Frankie: If you think I'm trying to clean this mess, YOU MAY SEE ANOTHER THING COMING!!!Frankie: Bloo! You flooded the house! Bloo: Yeah, but Bendy took a cookie![Mr. Herriman shakes his head in disbelief and Frankie facepalms in annoyance]Mac: [shows up at the flooded house; sighs] Bloo, what did you do? Bloo: [offscreen] BENDY DID IT! Sight for Sore Eyes / Bloo's Brothers [2.04] Bloo: I’m going to the Ice Charades, I’m going to the Ice Charades! Eduardo: Azul! Coco: Coco! Wilt: We’re trying to sleep! Bloo: Sorry. [Whispers] I’m going to the Ice Charades, I’m going to the Ice Charades![Bloo continues to sing "I’m going to the Ice Charades, I’m going to the Ice Charades!" the next day, annoying everyone in the house, except Eduardo, who is still sad he is not going to the Ice Charades. Cut to a scene where two Friends are watching the basketball game, but Bloo’s singing causes them to change the channel to a program where Bloo is still singing his song. Cut to a scene where Bloo is still singing until the doorbell rings]Bloo: I’m going to the front-door Charades! Bloo: [addressing his doubles] I am Bloo, and you are my minions! Wahahahahaha! [clones laugh] Alone, you are nothing but cheap knockoffs of a really cool dude, but together, we are stronger than any army! And I think we all know what you must do. That's right! We must sing the theme from the Ice Charades in one hundred-part harmony![inside the community room]Bloos: Oh, Ice Charades, you're so icy and fun!Oh, Ice Charades, it's not the capade one!Oh, Ice Charades, every year comes to town!Oh, Ice Charades, get your money back if a skater falls!Big Bloo: DOWN!Frankie: HOLY. GUAC. AMOLE. Bloo: Take five, everyone. Frankie: Bloo, what have you done?! Have you been playing with Mac's chemistry set again? Bloo: Yes, Frankie, yes I have, but that's not where these handsome devils came from. They were imagined up by kids in Mac's class after they saw me! Aren’t they great? Mac: Hi, Bloo. Ready to go to the Ice Charades? Comically Deep-Voiced Bloo: Who are you? Mac: [screams] Who are you and what have you done with my friend?! Bloo: Oh, I see you've met Comically Deep-Voiced Bloo. Cookie Dough [2.05] Bloo: Come and get the taste sensation that's sweeping the nation! The chocolate confection that's baked to perfection! The homemade concoction that's free of dioxin! [pause] What, dioxins? They're any of several carcinogenic or duratogenic tetracyclic hydrocarbons that incurs impurities in petroleum-derived herbicides, like meat and dairy products. [pause] They're bad for you! [The crowd cheers]Frankie Must stop eating cookies...such delicious sugary goodness...NEVER! Cookies are your friend. You shall give in to the power of the triple chocolate. I've loved them since I was a baby, and she never gave me enough. So you need to eat MORE! As many as you can! LET NO ONE STOP YOU! Frankie My Dear [2.06] Bloo: [in disguise] Why, Frankie. Fancy meeting you here. How long has it been? Frankie: Bloo!? Bloo: Why, Frankie, you very old girl. I can't believe you call me that. Turned up been dear-ment. Frankie: [to Dylan] Don't listen to that maniac. What're you doing, Bloo? Bloo: Why, I'm on that dinner date. And please call me by my first name, Orlando. Frankie: Orlando Bloo? Bloo: Yes. And this is my favorite date, prince...uh..priss..pri...princess, no, Prin..pris...Prissy. Yes, Prissy. Prince Charming: [in disguise] How do you do? Dylan: Uh...Nice to meet you? Both: Don't mind if we do. Frankie: No don't-[As Bloo and Prince Charming sit down]Dylan: So...uh...what do you know, Frankie? Frankie: This lunatic lives in- Bloo: I'm Frankie's ex-boyfriend. Frankie: No, you're not! Bloo: Why, schnookums. Why could you denied our own love? We went out for 20 years? Dylan: How old did you say you were? Frankie: I'm 22! Dylan: So, you've been trying todate since you're... Bloo: 47, yes. I mean 2. Yes, we went to college togetherly. Frankie: Get off! Dylan, this is an imaginary friend in a suit. Bloo: Oh, sugar-puss, stop being silly. [To Dylan] She's just upset because I've done to her since one week ago. Frankie: NO, YOU DID NOT! Bloo: Sorry, all week in a half day ago. Frankie: Stop it! "Do you have a map"? Why? Prince Charming: [As Prissy] I kept getting lost in your eyes. Frankie: [groans] Alright, I got your game! [She pushes a plate of steak to Orlando Bloo] Here. Eat mister "real-man". Bloo: Uh....Don't mind if I do. Don't mind if I do eat some food. Don't mind if I do pick up a fork and eat some of the food that is on the plate on the table in front of me. [Mac hands scrabble around on the table, picks up a spoon and stabs at the steak] Oh, silly me. A spoon can't pick up a steak! Bloo: So, did Frankie ever tell you how we met? Well, I was busy studying at millionaire school, learning how to be a millionaire - which was silly really, because I already made a gazillion dollars in the paddle ball business - I just wanted to get my degree. Anyway, Frankie was working at the local roller derby and I just happened to be attending the roller derby regionals, and I couldn't help but notice her. So, after the game, I went up to her and said, "Hey, baby, I'm a winner." Dylan: You think your muscle went in my territory, huh? Well, I didn't spend here all night playing mister-nice guy, but just have to loser show-up trying steal my property. Mac: Property? Chris: Frankie is not your property. Bloo: Yeah, we saw her first, so she's our own property. Dylan: Oh, I get it. You guys thought Frankie was sweet on you. Let me include you guys in up something. Frankie just nice to you, cause she feel sorry for you. Bloo: Nuh-uh. Mac: Frankie's nice to us, cause she's cool, and she likes us. Dylan: Oh, what on earth makes you guys think Frankie would like, scratch that, any girl would like a dork, a kid- Bloo: See, I told you. Dylan: And a sure thing. Bloo: Hey. Dylan: When she can go out, with a guy like me. Yeah, that's what I thought. Now get out of here. You guys are lucky I don't kick your bu Frankie, I thought you were uh… you know, powdering your nose. Frankie: I powdered it before everyone knows I left. Prince Charming: [with a black eye] She's cute why she's mad. [faints]Dylan: So uh... I-I-I-I-it's not what it looks like, it's… Frankie: If I have a dime for every time I heard that thing… Dylan: No, really. I was just palling around with the kids over here. Cute little guys, heh… Frankie: You mean, my friends? Dylan: Oh, th-those were your favorite... uh…friends? Hey, Frankie, did I mention how awesome you look in that dress?[Frankie cracks her knuckles and Dylan gulps as the screen cuts to black]Mac Daddy [2.07] Cheese: [repeated line] I like chocolate milk. Madame Foster: Oh, he seems nice. What's his name, dear? Mac: Cheese. Madame Foster: What's that dear? Mac: Cheese. Madame Foster: I'm sorry? Mac: Cheese! His name is Cheese! Madame Foster: Oh. Bloo: CHEESE? Cheese: Yes. Mac: No, not you, Cheese. Yes. Cheese. Cheese: Yes. Mac: Not you.[Cheese pretends his toy horse is galloping up Bloo]Bloo: Get outta here![Cheese walks away, and then sneaks up behind them, using his horse to listen in on Mac and Bloo]Mac: Come on, I brought Mom's drill. Bloo: So? Mac: We can paint flames on the sides. Bloo: So? Mac: We can ride down that huge hill on Mulberry Lane. Bloo: Oh, Mac, you mean it? Mac: Of course. Just like I promised. Bloo: Oh, Mac, you're the best kid an imaginary friend could ever ha-CAN YOU GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME?!?Cheese: Now I'm a horsey! Baa! Baa, now you're a horsey! Giddyap! [crashes into Bloo] ...This floor tastes funny. Mac: Another time for the paint. Bloo: Awesome. Super duper red hot rod flames. Cheese: Bunnies. Bloo: Hot rod flames. Cheese: Bunnies. Bloo: Hot rod flames. Cheese: Bunnies. Bloo: Hot rod flames. Cheese: Bunnies. Bloo: HOT ROD FLAMES! Cheese: Bunnies. Bloo: HOT... ROD... FLAMES! Cheese: Bunnies.Mac: QUIET![scene goes to the hill, where the go kart is painted with flaming bunnies]Bloo: I don't know you anymore. Mac: Shut up. At least the bunnies are on fire.[Wilt gives Cheese to Coco, who is making orange juice. Cheese wants cocoa for cereal.]Cheese: Cocoa. Coco: Coco coco coco? Cheese: Cocoa! Coco: Co, co, coco coco coco? Cheese: COCOA! Coco: Co co co co! Cheese: [repeatedly] COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA![Coco gives Cheese to Mr. Herriman]Mr Herriman: Can I help you? Cheese: [repeatedly] COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! Mr Herriman: Good heavens, not another thing![Mr. Herriman puts Cheese at the kitchen who wants cereal]Cheese: COCOA! Frankie: Oh, no. Not another thing! [crashes] Bloo! This is yours. You try to watch him. Bloo: Hey, Cheese, wanna play a real lame? Cheese: I like games. Cheese: Another game, another game, another game, another game, another game, another game another game, another game, another game, 'nother game... Bloo: Hey, Cheese. You wanna play another game? Cheese: [gasps] Yes! Bloo: It's the excitingest, amazingest, funnest, awesomest game ever. Cheese: Yes, yes! Bloo: You wanna know what it's called? Cheese: Yes, yes, YES! Bloo: Okay, it's called... "Sit still and be quiet in the closet for the rest of eternity!" MWHAHAWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Cheese: I like this game.[Mac nearly jumps out of his skin, like a marionette when it was on its strings, after he hears Bloo’s scream.]Bloo: CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESEE!!!! [zooms and appears in front of Mac, panicking] Where are you, little buddy?! Come on, little bro! Speak to me! Tell me you're alright! CHEESE! Mac: [walks over to Bloo, angrily and confused] Bloo, what's going on? Bloo: Cheese! Speak to me! SPEAK TO ME!Cheese: [offscreen] Yeah, I like potatoes.[We zoomed over to Frankie who has found Cheese.]Frankie: He was eating soap for me finding him. Cheese: And Potatoes smell like flowers. Cheese: I pooted. Squeakerboxxx [2.08] Mr. Herriman: [to Bloo] I dislike you with great intensity. Beat with a Schtick [2.09] Bloo: A laundry chute. It's perfect! The lunatic can never find- [The door handle wiggles as Wilt gets inside, then Bloo hides under the laundry, thinking it's the other new guy, he covers his own eyes, but he gets dumped inside the washing machine along with the laundry, and the washing machine turns on and then, it fills up with the water, and then we cut to Wilt walking out the laundry room] Bloo: (muffled) Heeeeeeeeelp!! [Wilt quickly tries to open the washing machine, and the water spills out along with the laundry and Bloo] Bloo: [spits the water out] *gasps* Wilt! Wilt: Sorry! Bloo: What were you thinking?! Wilt: (feeling worried) Sorry! Bloo: You really scared me! Wilt: Sorry! Bloo: For now, hide me back in here before he finds me and I get squashed! Wilt: So- (shakes his head) Say what? Bloo: Hide me in here before I get squashed. Wilt: You really take your hide and seek seriously! Bloo: I'm not playing hide and seek! I'm playing hide and not get my face pulverized! Wilt: I don't know that game. Bloo: The other big, scary, new guy wants to punch my face in at 4:00 p.m. Apparently, I said something that seems to "offend" him! Wilt: What did you say? Bloo: Nothing. (Wilt then rubs his finger on his chin, looking at Bloo skeptically) Bloo: A bunch of us were becoming the silliest persons awhile ago, and nowadays, the other new guy likes to walk in. And besides, he's really tall, so I asked him, "How's the weather up there?" [Wilt then looks at Bloo with a very angry look on his face, offended] Bloo: A joke! Wilt: A joke? Bloo: Yeah. Wilt: (getting really steamed) A joke?! [Wilt then feels close up to Bloo] Wilt: I'm not laughing, giggling, chuckling, cackling, guffawing, snickering, tittering, snorting, tee-heeing, chortling, and sniggering! Bloo: Must go over your head. Wilt: Over my head? Was anything supposed to happen to jokes? Bloo: I don't see what the big, tall deal is. Wilt: Of course you don't! No one ever does! "How's the weather up there?" Well, how's the weather down there?! Bloo: Partly cloudy, 20% chance of- You know what? This isn't helping me. Just shut the door and put it on gentle. Wilt: Oh, no, I am not helping you hide! I, for one person, applaud the other new guy! You're getting exactly what you deserve to do! Bloo: (overjoyed) A racecar bed?! I'm finally getting a racecar bed?! Wilt: No. You're getting your own "desserts"! [Bloo feels happy at first] Wilt: A real taste of your own medicine! Bloo: Is it bubblegum flavored? Wilt: No, Bloo, but you're gonna take it cuz you must take it anyways! Your own days of insensitivity towards us non-smalls are over nowadays! Before the clock strikes four and goes, it strikes! (He tries point to the clock) Bloo: Oh yeah? Not if I strike first. The Sweet Stench of Success [2.10] Kip: Deo, honey, baby. Why ain't you dressed? Why ain't you going to get dressed? We wanna go-go-go. Bloo: NO! I'm not doing any appearances, corporate speaking gigs, sleeping in a cage or trying to stick my head into every guy's underarm ever again! I QUIT!Kip: What're you saying, kid? Don't mince words. Bloo: I quit! I just wanna get something to eat, then go home to see my friends! I quit! Kip: You can't quit. Bloo: Sure, I can. Watch. I… QUIT!Kip: I own you, kid. That contract you signed--that wasn't an acting contract. It was adoption papers. So, as your legal guardian, I say YOU CAN'T QUIT!Bloo: But... I didn't wanna be adopted!Kip: "But I didn't wanna be adopted!" Well, you shouldn't have gone on television saying that you did! You ASKED for this! Now, you are gonna get into your little costume and you're gonna perform your live variety show for millions of TV VIEWERS LIKE WE PLANNED! YOU GOT THAT, You JERK?!Bloo: [gulps] Y-Y-Yes, sir... Kip: Not so fast, Deo! You're not going anywhere! I created you! I OWN you! Bloo: No, Kip. You didn't create me. Mac, my favorite best friend, created me. For I am Blooregard Q. Kazoo, imaginary friend. Not some flashy marketing campaign designed to get people to buy a shoddy deodorant product that doesn't seem to work. [audience gasps] That's wright, audience. Deo Brand Deodorant doesn't really make people smell all things better.[Family, dog, and cat gasp, Chris throws his Deo Brand Deodorant and another scene where an old woman faints]Kip: You think I care that people know my product stinks? You think I care how PEOPLE stink? I DON'T care! [audience gasps] In fact, Deo Brand Deodorant makes people smell all things so WORSE!Audience: NOOO! Police Officer #1: That's it, pal. We're taking you downtown. Police Officer #2: You're spending the rest of your life rotting in prison. Kip: Arresting me? For what?! Police Officer #1: Article 254, Section 3: False Advertising. Kip: NOOOOO!!!!!! Bye Bye Nerdy [2.11] Bloo: Look. I saw you doing extra school work during recess. Mac: Bloo, I wasn't doing extra school work. I was in detention. Bloo: Detention? For what? Mac: Blowing spit wads.[During the credits]Bloo: Today's story was about how you should really accept your friends for who they are. Don't try to change them, just 'cause you think they should be different. Especially if it's going to end up blowing up in your face and get you adopted off to a bunch of little kids. Always ask yourself, "How's this gonna affect me?" Learn from my mistake and accept your nerdy friend for who he is. Big Beaver: Why are you telling me this? Bloo Done It [2.12] Frankie: Sounds to me like someone's jealous! Bloo: Not jealous, journalist. [Mac rolls his eyes] I heard that! My So-Called Wife [2.13] Bloo: So, do we need to get our awesome jet cars for now? Mr. Herriman: [sarcastically] Oh yes, they're in the mail. Bloo: Yes! Mac: Um, Bloo. I think he was being sarcastic. Bloo: Oh. But who cares? We're getting jet cars! Jet cars, dude! Mac: No, see, he was just saying that because it isn't true. Bloo: So he was lying? Mac: No, he was using sarcasm. He said the opposite to make it funny! Ha ha! Bloo: That wasn't funny. Knock-knock jokes. Knock-knock jokes are funny. Mac: [sarcastically] Yeah. Knock-knock jokes are hilarious. Bloo: That's what I'm saying. Mac: No, I was being sarcastic. Bloo: Stop it. That isn't a serious dare. Mac: Frankie, explain sarcasm to Bloo. Frankie: What? You don't understand sarcasm? Bloo: No. Frankie: But you use it the rest of the other time. Bloo: Right. I use it for the rest of'' the other time. Frankie: See? You just used it. Bloo: I did? Sure I did, Frankie. Mac: You're totally trying to mess with us, aren't you? 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