Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius Quotes
Mr. Neutron: Oh, you gotta admit, that is pretty neat!
King Goobot: Time to discipline the naughty children. Open fire.
Mr. Neutron: Rockets are flying things.
[the aliens are making the parents do a chicken dance]
Nick: They're making our parents dance so lame.
Carl: No, my dad really dances like that.
Carl: Hey, this astronaut food isn't too bad.
Jimmy: That's toothpaste, Carl.
Carl: Oh. Minty.
Sheen: We have to ask ourselves. What would Ultralord do?
[Jimmy's dad burps]
Mr. Neutron: Well, at least it's coming out of the attic and not the basement.
Jimmy: What girl wants to dance with a guy who looks like he should still be in Gymboree?
Carl: [quietly] I didn't think we liked girls yet, Jim.
Jimmy: Oh, we don't, we don't, no, not yet. However, one day, Carl, an influx of hormones that we can't control will overpower our better judgment and drive us to pursue the female species against our will.
Jimmy: All right, this is it. These crummy aliens stole our parents, it's time to show them what we're made of. We're tough, we're mean. Darn it, we're carbon based life forms! So, who's going to kick buttocks?
All: The Carbonated Life Forms!
Cindy Vortex: Is this one of those macho things?
Nick: Are you sure about this, Neutron?
Jimmy: Well the data seems to support this hypothesis.
Sheen: [walking by and confusedly examining a piece of paper] Never... argue... with the data...
Ooblar: Can I space another?
King Goobot: No.
Ooblar: Oh, please, brother.
King Goobot: I said "no," Ooblar.
Ooblar: [sing-song] Oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please...
King Goobot: I would love for that to stop.
Sheen: [meeting up after rescuing his dad] Ultra Dad!
Sheen's Dad: Ultra Son! [they hug each other]
Mrs. Neutron: JAMES ISSAC NEUTRON.
Mr. Neutron: Jim, Jimmy, James, Jimbo, Son.
Jimmy: But dad, all my friends are going.
Mr. Neutron: I know son, but if all your friends were named Cliff, would you jump off them? I don't think so.
Sheen: I do so relish these times of peril.
[approaching the sun]
Jimmy: Okay. WHO WANTS FRIED CHICKEN?
Sheen: I'm peeing... in the shower.
Sheen: I'm still doing it. Go. Go. Go.
Cindy Vortex: After class, I'll gladly demonstrate how boy dinosaurs got their BUTTS KICKED by girl dinosaurs on a regular basis.