Episode Quotes
Mung Daal: Gazpacho! My man! What’s new?
Gazpacho: I did a sit up this morning.
Mung Daal: Congratulations! Maybe tomorrow, you try for two?
Gazpacho: (surprised) Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! No need to get crazy.
(A shadow has covered the area where Mung Daal was laying)
Mung Daal: Great gobs of gravy! Something’s blocked out the sun!
Chowder: I’m scared! I’m scared!
(A large woman is seen to be the cause of the shadow; she turns around)
Ms. Endive: Playing with our food again, Mr. Daal?
Mung Daal: (angrily) Endive…
Panini: Hi Chowder.
Chowder: Um, hi. Why are you staring at me?
Panini: (happily) Because…
Chowder: Because why? Is there something on my face?
Panini: When we were shopping today, we picked up some powdered flearts. You want one?
Chowder: What’s it taste like?
Panini: Taste it and find out!
Chowder: Is it salty?
Panini: Well, taste it and find out!
Chowder: Is it spicy?
Panini: (angrily) Taste it!
(Chowder and Panini both take a bite of their powdered flearts)
Panini: I love flearts; they’re famous for romance!
Chowder: (coughing) Romance is a little dry.
Panini: Have a sip of my juice.
Chowder: Are you okay?
Gazpacho: Not as okay as you. How long have you two love-birds been going steady?
Panini: I am Chowder’s girlfriend, and Chowder is my boyfriend. And we’re totally going to be together forever and ever! And now, we’re holding hands!
(Panini grabs Chowder’s hand, causing him to spit his juice all over her, and continue spitting juice until the next day)
Chowder: (to Kimchi) What am I gonna do? I don’t want to be a boyfriend! Boyfriends have to do all kinds of weird stuff, like hold hands, and write poetry, and hold hands, and hold hands, and be together forever! Forever’s a long time!
Mung Daal: So, Chowder, you seem a bit distracted today.
Chowder: You know a lot about women, right?
Mung Daal: Is a frozen florben plant purple? Yes, yes I do. So, what do you need to know?
Chowder: Well, let’s say there is this girl that wants you to be her boyfriend.
Mung Daal: (happily) She wants me to be her boyfriend?! Come on, out with it! Who is she?! Is she cute?! I bet she’s cute!
Chowder: No, she’s icky!
Mung Daal: Icky, huh? Well, it’s lucky that I’m a married man.
Chowder: But, what if you weren’t married?
Mung Daal: (happily) If I wasn’t married?
(Mung Daal’s eyes sparkle as he laughs, until Truffles hits him with a frying pan)
Mung Daal: (to Truffles) Love ‘ya baby!
Ms. Endive: Now, Panini, to unleash your flearts…
Panini: Uh, huh.
Ms. Endive: You must grind them…
Panini: Uh huh.
Ms. Endive: At a perfect forty-five degree angle.
Panini: Uh huh.
Ms. Endive: Not forty-four degree. Not forty-six degree.
Panini: Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh.
Ms. Endive: Panini, dear, are you even listening?
Panini: Well, there’s this dreamy boy.
Ms. Endive: (angrily) Stay away from boys! They are dirty. They’re smelly. They tell you they love you, so you wait by the telephone until they finally work up the nerve to propose, and then they have the gull to know show up to the wedding!
Panini: Oh, hi Chowder.
(Chowder brings out a present from behind his back and gives it to Panini)
Panini: (happily) A present! For me?!
(Panini opens up the present and a small monster jumps out and spits all over the place)
Chowder: Pretty gross, huh? Bet you don’t want me to be your boyfriend anymore.
Panini: (hapilly) Oh my gosh, Chowder, you are so thoughtful! I love it! Now Ms. Muppet has a boyfriend of her own!
(Panini puts the monster in a cage with another monster, and they kiss)
Chowder: (angrily) Aw, man! I’m not your boyfriend!
Panini: Hello again, Chowder.
Chowder: (in disguise) Um, hello, Panini. I have a message for you from Chowder, who I am not.
Panini: Uh huh.
Chowder: Yes, Chowder has moved far away and can not be your boyfriend.
Panini: Where did he move to?
Chowder: Um, down the street, to the next city…
Panini: Yes?
Chowder: He’s dead. Chowder’s dead.
Panini: Want a cookie, Chowder?
Chowder: Would I?!
(Chowder put on a stage performance in an attempt to tell Panini that he wasn’t her boyfriend)
Panini: Oh my gosh! That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! You are the best boyfriend in the whole world!
(Panini kisses Chowder on the cheek, much to his chagrin)
(Chowder is washing himself in a barrel of pickles)
Gazpacho: You know, Chowder, I usually only soak in that barrel when I’m depressed. Are you depressed?
Chowder: A girl kissed me and I’m trying to wash it off!
Gazpacho: Chowder, I have a lot of experience dealing with girls. Well, just one, and though it is mother, she is technically a girl. And mother’s always told me that if a girl kisses you, you have to make an honest woman out of her.
Chowder: Is the girl liar?
Gazpacho: No, it means you have to marry her!
Chowder: I have to marry her?!
Gazpacho: Chowder, a girl kissed you! Kissed you!
Chowder: I know, it was gross!
Gazpacho: If word gets out that this girl kissed you and you didn’t marry her, her reputation will be ruined, forever. And that’s why mother doesn’t let me kiss other girls.
Chowder: (tired) Okay, I brought cake. We can get married.
Panini: What are you talking about, dude.
Chowder: Married. Saving your reputation.
Panini: Uh, how do I say this. You’re getting way too clingy. You come around like every five seconds. See this?
(Panini waves her hands around her)
Chowder: Uh huh.
Panini: This is my space. I need my space.