Episode Quotes
Chowder: (talking in his sleep) Why yes, I would love thirds, thank you.
(Kimchi floats over Chowder’s face, causing him to smell him and wake up)
Chowder: Good morning, Kimchi!
(Kimchi makes his fart noise in response)
Chowder: (playfully) Who wants some breakfast? Who wants some breakfast? I do!
(Mung Daal just told Chowder to take Kimchi out of the kitchen)
Mung Daal: Wow, the smells some people can put up with.
Truffles: (about Mung Daal) Tell me about it.
(Chowder and Kimchi stare at a man who is eating an thrice cream cone)
Yak Man: Can I help you?
Chowder: That looks good.
Yak Man: Yeah, it is. You gonna stare at me all day?
Chowder: Is that chocolate?
Yak Man: Yeah.
Chowder: I like chocolate.
Yak Man: Good for you. Look, kid, don’t make me call the pol…
(Kimchi floats into his thrice cream, causing it to stink)
Chowder: Kimchi likes chocolate, too.
Yak Man: Oh, crud! Well now you’ve ruined it with your stink! What am I gonna tell my wife, huh?! What am I gonna tell my wife?! Stupid stink cloud!
Gazpacho: You know how you can tell these are fresh? See the green ones?
Pig Man: Yeah?
Gazpacho: The green ones are fresh.
Pig Man: These?
Gazpacho: No! Those are obviously yellow-green!
Chowder: Hi, Gazpacho! I need to pick up some clabbages!
Gazpacho: Chowder, you know you’re my little dude, right?
Chowder: Right!
Gazpacho: And I, uh, made the sign for a reason?
(Gazpacho points to a sign that shows Kimchi isn’t allowed near the stand)
Chowder: (sadly) Oh, sorry.
Chowder: What are you wearing?
Mung Daal: Chowder, do you know what tradition means?
Chowder: Is it one of those things where I have to leave the room while you talk about it?
Mung Daal: No! Tradition is the tucked-in napkin in the shirt of society.
Mung Daal: Chowder, is the cobbler okay?
Chowder: Yes, but I’m leaving it with Kimchi!
Mung Daal: What?!
Chowder: I think they’re in love!
Mung Daal: Chowder, I understand being in love with a cobbler more than anyone, but we’ve got a customer who expects the dish to be love-free.
(Shnitzel is attempting to walk across a chain in order to get to the cobbler)
Mung Daal: Shnitzel! Just don’t think about falling! Or slipping! Or plummeting! Or gravity! Or losing your balance! And especially don’t think about…
Shnitzel: (angrily) Radda!
(Shnitzel falls off of the chain, but manages to grab on with his hands)
Mung Daal: Okay! Now, don’t think about losing your grip! Or how sweaty your hands are!
Truffles: What’s with all the yelling?!
Mung Daal: Well, you see.
Truffles: I don’t wanna hear it! Just make the nanna-nanna-nanna-nanna stop!
(Truffles motioned that she was referring to the recent yelling)
Mung Daal: Don’t worry, honey. Your He-Man is gonna handle it!
Truffles: I don’t have time to wait for him! You do it.
Customer: Hello! My order of clabbage cobbler is ready, yes? I hop on leg all the way here, as is tradition.
Mung Daal: Ah yes, tradition. Even though it goes against tradition, the dish won’t be ready until tomorrow morning.
Customer: You’re kidding, man! I’ve been hopping for like, six hours!
Mung Daal: I’m sorry; we’ll have it for you tomorrow.
Customer: Okay.
Truffles: (to Chowder) When you get down, you’re getting such a bump on the noggin!
Mung Daal: (to Chowder) If you get hungry, don’t eat the cobbler! Eat some bricks, or something.
(Kimchi falls deeper in love with the clabbage cobbler, causing two cupid demons to come down to kidnap him)
Chowder: Shoo! Shoo! Get away! Get away!
Cupid Demon: (speaking through subtitles) We will return, fat one! You shall be the first of our dark harvest!
Chowder: Don’t worry, Kimchi! Your love is safe as long as I’m up here!
Mung Daal: Well, Kimchi, as a ladies man myself, I can tell you. ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Chowder: What does that mean?
Mung Daal: It means love stinks.
Truffles: (to Kimchi) There you are, darling. I know a nice casserole that’s just your type!