Zim:
"Dumb like a moose, Dib! Dumb like a moose!"
ZIM:
"Has anyone ever escaped?"
Sgt. Shriver:
"The only guy who ever escaped, never made it out."
GIR:
"The plug thing! IT'S NOT PLUGGED!"
ZIM:
"Why was there BACON IN THE SOAP?"
GIR:
"I made it myself!"
ZIM:
"Shut your noise tube, taco human!"
ZIM:
"Computer, give me all the information you have on the FBI."
Computer:
"The FBI is a government law enforcement agency."
ZIM:
"Continue."
Computer:
"Insufficient data."
ZIM:
""Insufficient data"? Can't you just make an educated guess?"
Computer:
"O... kay... Um, founded in 1492 by, uh... demons, the FBI is a crack law enforcement agency designed to... uh, I dunno, fight... aliens?"
ZIM:
"I KNEW IT!"
Desmond Flapp:
"You're the one we've been waiting for! The one foretold in the prophecies, told by... Frank!"
Frank:
"Yup. Told you he'd come."
Ms. Bitters:
"Children, your performance was miserable. Your parents will all receive phone calls instructing them to love you less now."
Dib:
"Sorry... I'm late... horrible... nightmare visions..."
Ms. Bitters:
"It's called life, Dib. Sit down."
ZIM:
"Be gone with you! I've had enough of your nonsense from your smelly mouth filled with... corn!"
Dib:
"I haven't been eating corn!"
ZIM:
"LIAR!"
Dib:
"You can't make me look! I'll just shut my eyes."
ZIM:
"Oh, you'll open them. You have to breathe sometime."
Dib:
"No I- wait... what do my eyes have to do with breathing?"
ZIM:
"(Talking with mouth full of waffles) For this plan I will create a- (swallows) Hey, these aren't bad. What's in 'em?"
GIR:
"There's waffle in 'em!"
ZIM:
"YOU'RE LYING!"
GIR:
"Tell me a story about giant pigs!"
ZIM:
"What have you done to the telescope?"
GIR:
"Nothin'"
ZIM:
"You haven't touched it? Something is broken and it's not your fault?"
GIR:
"I know, I'm scared too."