Episode Quotes
Chowder: Oh, thrice cream, promise me you’ll never go away.
Mung Daal: Go away!
(The thrice cream vendor runs away with the thrice cream)
Mung Daal: Chowder, do you think we could go ten minutes without another thrice cream break?
Chowder: Ten minutes from now? Nine fifty-nine! Nine fifty-eight! Nine fifty-seven! Nine fifty-six!
Mung Daal: Why do I ask?
Chowder: Here’s your mushroom!
Mung Daal: But, we already…
(Mung Daal looks inside of the oven and discovers that he accidentally put Truffles in the oven)
(Chowder is excited about the thrice cream that Mung Daal had made)
Chowder: I get to eat that?!
Mung Daal: Not without a cherry on top.
Larry: Did somebody say Larry on top?
Mung Daal: No, Larry, I said che…
Larry: Oh, yeah, I got this!
Mung Daal: Larry, for the last time, you’re a jingleberry, not a che…
Larry: Chatterbox! Please?! Okay?! I’m trying to get in my zone!
(Larry slips and falls into the thrice cream, and then notices Shnitzel)
Larry: Shnitzel, my man! Looking good in the neighborhood!
(Chowder licked the Thrice Cream Man’s stomach)
Chowder: You really are made out of thrice cream! I love you Thrice Cream Man!
Thrice Cream Man: Thrice Cream Man love you too!
Mung Daal: You see, Chowder, food is like life, and sometimes we bite off more life than we can chew. Next thing you know, you’re barfing life all over the place; the beds, the walls, the priceless carpet, and who do you think has to clean up all that life?
Chowder: Shnitzel?
Mung Daal: That’s right.
Shnitzel: (angrily) Aw, Radda!
Mung Daal: Yes, life can be a real mess, so keep a bucket nearby.
Thrice Cream Man: Scoop it mouth time!
Mung Daal: Oh, I think Chowder has had enough scoop in mouth, for a while.
Thrice Cream Man: (sadly) No scoop? Thrice Cream Man bad!
Mung Daal: No! You were great! Really!
Chowder: I’m sorry Thrice Cream Man! I still like you… I just can’t be near you, or smell you, or look at you is all.
Mung Daal: Don’t worry! We’ll find you some other nice kid who would love to eat thrice cream.
Thrice Cream Man: (angrily) No! Scoop in mouth for Chowder only!
(The Thrice Cream Man is filling up Mung Daal’s Catering with thrice cream)
Mung Daal: Chowder! You’ve got to eat all this thrice cream!
(Chowder looks like he is about to vomit, so Mung Daal looks at Truffles)
Truffles: Aw. don’t look at me! I’m lactose intolerant!
Mung Daal: That leaves me and you Shnitzel!
Truffles: Oh Chowder, sweetie! If you don’t eat this mess, we’re all gonna be popsicles!
(Chowder runs outside Mung Daal’s Catering)
Truffles: Chowder?! Get back here!
(Chowder runs back inside Mung Daal’s Catering, knocking Truffles inside of the oven)
Truffles: Meh, at least it’s warm in here.
Thrice Cream Woman: Thrice Cream Woman delicious!
(The Thrice Cream Woman and the Thrice Cream Man laugh)
Thrice Cream Man: Thrice Cream Man delicious, too!
(The Thrice Cream Man and Thrice Cream Woman have had thirty-one children)
Mung Daal: Congratulations, you two!
Thrice Cream Man: Chowder still friend?
Chowder: Chowder still friend.
Thrice Cream Vendor: Let me take a look at the little bambino. Mamma mia! Thirty-one flavors!
(The Thrice Cream Vendor faints, due to his unexpected discovery)