Episode Quotes
(The roast moast just got finished cooking)
Chowder: I can’t believe it only took thirty-seven hours to cook!
Mung Daal: Thirty-seven hours?! Oh my gosh, we’re late! We gotta get rollin’. Shnitzel! You stay here and clean up this place!
Radda: (unhappily) Radda radda.
Roast Moast: Hey, hey, can I stay too? Traveling to strange places, it stresses me out.
Mung Daal: No.
Mung Daal: Okay, Chowder, here’s a map with detailed instructions on how to get to the customer’s address. I’m gonna need you to navigate.
(Chowder eats the map as soon as he receives it)
Chowder: You’re gonna need me to do what?
Mung Daal: Well, it looks like we’re just gonna have to find the address without the map.
Chowder: How are we gonna do that?
Mung Daal: A good chef must listen to his gut! What does your gut say?
Chowder: My gut, huh?
(Chowder lifts up his shirt and his belly button works as a mouth)
Chowder’s Gut: Cake!
Mung Daal: I don’t think I’ve ever been to this part of town before.
A man on the sidewalk, holding a chicken, points at Mung Daal)
Man: You…
Chowder: My guy says we’re close!
Mung Daal: Yeah, close to getting killed.
Roast Moast: Oy! I don’t like it here! It’s dirty, and it smells funny.
Chowder: Mung, why does the roast complain so much?
Mung Daal: Because, Chowder, we cooked it in wine!
Kiwi: Ugh, that’s terrible!
Mung Daal: Well, I guess we better get back in the ca… Hey, where’s the car! I remember parking next to this exact mime! Where did my car go to, huh? Oh, speak up! Come on! Come on!
Mung Daal: Excuse me, fine gentlemen, did you perhaps see what happened to my car?
(The four men proceed to laugh at him)
Mung Daal: Oh, I get it. Laugh at an old man, huh? So that’s how it’s gonna be?! You give me no choice but to bring it, for I am a master of the ancient martial art of kwa-kwa-do.
(Mung Daal proceeds to do a bunch of chops, flips, and various other moves)
(Mung Daal and Chowder are being chased by an angry mob and a rat)
Mung Daal: You think we lost them, Chowder?
Chowder: My gut says no!
(The scene shows that they’re running on a treadmill, with a rat behind them)
Mung Daal: Get off the treadmill!
(Mung Daal and Chowder had just jacked a car to get away from the rat)
Mung Daal: That crazy rat jacked a car, too!
Pig Woman: Carjackers! I knew it! How simply terrifying!
Mung Daal: Ma’am, if you’ll let me explain, I…
(The pig woman pulls out a can of pepper spray and sprays Mung Daal)
Mung Daal: Ow, pepper spray!
Chowder: Pepper spray? That sounds delicious!
(The pig woman sprays Chowder)
Chowder: Ah! I was wrong! I was horribly wrong!
(The pig woman is spraying Mung Daal with pepper spray when it stops)
Pig Woman: Seems to have run out.
(The pig woman grabs another canister from a bag full of pepper spray, and sprays Mung Daal and Chowder again)
Mung Daal: Why do you have so much pepper spray?!
Pig Woman: I’m a pepper spray saleswoman! I’ve got the top sales in my district.
(The car that Mung Daal had carjacked just crashed into another car)
Chowder: Is everyone okay?
Mung Daal: Yeah. Luckily, we just hit this parked car here, which happens to look a lot like our car!
Chowder: It is our car!
Mung Daal: But I could have sworn I parked it next to a mime!
Rat: You! I need to have a few words with you! I’ve been trying to get my order from you all day!
Mung Daal: Your order?!
Chowder: Your order?!
Rat: Yes, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to take my roast home.
Chowder: So my gut was right after all!
Mung Daal: What a day. I hope Shnitzel at least got the place cleaned up.
(Mung Daal realizes that his kitchen has been destroyed)
Mung Daal: My kitchen… My beautiful kitchen! What happened?!
(Truffles is seen being carried away by a group of police officers)
Truffles: What are you doing? Get your hands off of me!
Mung Daal: Uh, Chowder, what does you gut say about this?
Chowder: My gut says that Shnitzel has a lot of cleaning up to do.
Mung Daal: He sure does! You want to go eat some cake?
Chowder: Yes, please!