Yakko: We'd love to stay here and count our brain cells as they die one-by-one.
Dot: But we can't.
Ned Flat: Why are you acting like this?
Yakko: We're not acting. We really are like this.
Mr. Director: Hoyl! How'd you... with the going... you were there... but here now... you are... for me to see... how'd you do...
Yakko: You understand any of that?
Wakko: I think he said: "Hoyl! How'd you... with the going... you were there... but here now... you are... for me to see... how'd you do...
Yakko: Thanks for clearing that up.
Yakko Warner: Wait a minute. You expect us poor, innocent children to climb up dangerous scaffolding and paint naked people all over a church?
Warners: We'll do it!
Arch Bishop: King Yakko, your throne.
Wakko Warner: The throne? How do you lift the lid?
Dot: Since when do *you* lift the lid?
Dot: Nice decorating. Let me guess, Satan?
Satan: And now prepare to suffer indescribable torment.
Yakko: Another Bob Hope special?
Yakko: Wait a minute. You expect us poor, innocent children to climb up dangerous scaffolding and paint naked people all over a church?
Wakko, Yakko, Dot: We'll do it.
Yakko: 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.
Ivan Bloski: Shhh. Shhh. Do you know what that means?
Yakko: You got a slow leak?
Wakko: Hey, mister, what's this?
Ivan Bloski: A vomit bag.
Wakko: Ah, poo. I got gypped. There's none in here.
Yakko: We protest you calling us little kids. We prefer to be called vertically-impaired pre-adults.
Wakko, Yakko, Dot: Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Yakko: Don't worry, siblings. We'll sell that nice man a box of cookies, or die trying. Or try dying. Or do some tie-dyeing.
Dot: All we know is that we like you. We have no taste, but we like you.
Yakko: Alas, poor Yorik!
Dot: [translating] Woah! Check out Skull Head.
Yakko: I knew him Horatio: A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
Dot: [translating] He was funny.
Yakko: He hath borne me on his back a thousand times.
Dot: [translating] He gave me piggy back rides.
Yakko: And now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it.
Dot: [translating] I'm going to blow chunks.
Yakko: [kisses Skull Head] Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Dot: [translating] We kissed a lot. NOT!
Yakko: Where be your gibes now? Your gamboles? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Dot: [translating] How come your not funny now?
Yakko: Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen?
Dot: [translating] No one's laughing now and by the way your lower jaw's missing
Yakko: Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come; make her laugh at that.
Dot: [translating] Follow that woman and tell her no matter how much make up she wears, she's still going to croak and end up looking just like you, and see if she laughs.
Yakko: Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
Dot: What'd you find in the hole?
Wakko: Our next cartoon.
Yakko: [Yakko is reciting Puck's final monologue from A Midsummer Night's Dream while Dot translates] If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended.
Dot: If the actors in our show made you mad, it will be okay if you look at it this way!
Yakko: That you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear.
Dot: You fell asleep on your butt and dreamed the whole thing.
Yakko: And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but a dream.
Dot: There was a hole in the plot you can drive a truck through. [behind the action, Wakko is picking flowers and is swatted by a group a fairies. He sprays them away with a fire hose]
Yakko: Gentles, do not reprehend...
Dot: Honeys, don't blame us. You could be watching Oprah.
Yakko: If you pardon, we will mend.
Dot: But we're sorry and we promise our next show will be full of funny skits.
Wakko: [Wakko continues to pick flowers when a very sexy fairy emerges] Hello pixie! [he chases after her]
Yakko: And, as I am an honest Puck...
Dot: I'm not touching that one.
Yakko: If we have unearned luck now to 'scape the serpent's tongue.
Dot: What he said.
Yakko: We will make amends ere long!
Dot: We'll buy you foot long hot dogs!
Yakko: Else the Puck a liar call: So, good night unto you all. [he blows a kiss]
Dot: Goodnight everybody!
Yakko: Give me your hands, if we be friends.
Dot: Applaud if you like us!
Yakko: [the pixie Wakko has been chasing after comes up behind him enraged. He tries to give her flowers while she tries to swat him with a huge fly swatter] And Robin shall restore amends.
Dot: And the Boy Wonder will save us.
Dot: Um, it's not that we wouldn't like to take your survey...
Yakko: It's more like we'd rather have dental surgery.
Yakko: Wait. You're forgetting something.
Yakko: Well, being an evil villain, you are contractually required to explain your plan before you get rid of us.
Wakko: So what are we going to get Dr. Scratchy?
Dot: Ooooooh, how about an outfit from Oedipus Rex Men's Wear?
Yakko: Nah, his mom would hate those.
Yakko: Call it a hunch, sibs, but I think we've been abducted by aliens.
Dot: Aliens? What'll we do?
Wakko: Go find the cafeteria?
Yakko, Dot: Yeah.
Dot: Do you think Scratchy'd like some cologne?
Fifi: We have Obsession, Repression, and Ecstacy.
Dot: Do you have anything for beginners?
Dr. Scratchensniff: Stop playing with my bust.
Dr. Scratchensniff: Dot, would you care to give it a try? But, I'd like you to make a little curtsey.
Dot: Thanks, but I did before I left home.
Yakko: You'll never live to regret it.
Yakko: And the moral of today's story is: If you can't say something nice, you're probably at the Ice Capades.
Miles: Be gone, pests, and give me the bird.
Yakko: We'd love to, really, but the Fox censors won't allow it.
Dot: Don't look down. You might fall and hit your head and die and your brains would leak out alllllll over.
Brain: The workings of your mind are a mystery to me.
Death: [Swedish accent] [terms for checkers game] I win... Wakko goes with me. You win, you get to stay together forever. Agreed?
Yakko: [dot and yakko are dazed and in a trance] [speaking flatly] We Accept...
Dot: [flatly also] To accept is to Yield...
Yakko: To yield is to allow on-coming traffic the right of way...
Dot: Your breath is like the breeze off a land fill...
Yakko: Food particles are wedged between your teeth...
Brain: Pinky are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Pinky: I think so Brain but where are we going to find rubber pants our size?