Zim: GIR! Another mutant biting thing!
GIR: Yes, my vermin lord!

Zim: GIR!
[A turkey sitting next to Zim explodes, revealing GIR]
GIR: It's ME! I was the turkey all along!
Zim: I was wondering what that turkey was doing there. GIR! I'm delaying the brain parasite plan for now. I want you to-
GIR: I was the turkey! Me!
Zim: Yes...so you were...

Zim: Gir, your waffles have sickened me! Fetch me the bucket!
Gir: *Squeals*
Dib: NOOOOO! The plan! *shakes computer* WHAT WAS THE PLAN?!
Zim: *Makes retching sound as Dib looks sick*

Zim: Go home and shave your giant head of smell with your bad self!
Dib: O...kay, there's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said.

Zim: Hey, do you know who came by today?
GIR: Hm?
Zim: That ugly neighbor lady. She was wearing this horrible...
[An evil looking squid pokes his head into the kitchen. Zim looks and it quickly leaves]
Zim: Huh?
[The squid leaps onto Zim's head and thrashes him about]
Zim: Oh mighty dung! The giant flesh-eating demon squid has escaped!

Zim: Hey. These aren't bad. What's in 'em?
GIR: There's waffle in 'em!
Zim: [screaming] YOU'RE LYING!!!!!

Zim: I sure like TV! And wearing pants!
Poonchy: He likes wearing pants, Dib! Aliens don't like wearing pants!

Zim: If I am elected, Dib's head will be removed and filled with salted nuts!
[GIR flies over the crowd]
GIR: Salted nuts!

Zim: Minimoose!
Minimoose: [squeaks]
Zim: How much have we collected?
Minimoose: [squeaks and shows donation box with a few coins, a sandwich, and a heart]
Zim: [smells sandwich] Tunnna? Tuna is worth NOTHIIIING!!
Kid: I don't get it! Why does he want to take over the Earth so badly? What does he have to gain, or to lose? And the mechanizations of this malfunctioning Santa suit completely elude me! Snowman: *Stares at the kid, then picks him up by the head and places him under the bed* As I was saying...

Zim: My Tallest! My Tallest! Hey, my Tallest! My Tallest! My-- M-m-my Tallest! My Ta-a-alli-i-ist! Hey! Hey! Hey, over here, my Tallest! My Tallest? My Talleeeeeest! My Tallest! My Tallest! Hey! My Tallest, my Tallest, my Tallest! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! My Tallest! My Tallest! My Ta-a-a-alleeeest! My Talleeeeeest! My Tallest? Hey! My TALLEEEEEEST! MY TALLEEEEEEEEEST!!! MY TALLEEEEEEEEEST!!! MY TALLEEEEEEEEEST!!! MY TA-A-A-A-A-ALLE-E-E-E-E-EST!!! Hey! Hey! My Tallest? Uh, hey! My Tall--? HEY, MY TALLEST! IT'S ME! LOOK AT ME! MY TALLEST? MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST?
Tallest Red: ... I was curious to see when you'd shut up on your own. But it's been three hours now, Zim! THREE HOURS!!! So... what is it?
Zim: I just noticed that you're travelling closer to the Earth than EVER before!
Tallest Purple: How do you know that?
Zim: Oh, I know all kinds of things about you. Pretty creepy, huh? Anyhow, I was...
Tallest Purple: Hey! That is creepy! You're creepy, Zim.
Zim: [chuckles] Yes, I sure am.

Zim: Oh, that's Mini-Moose, my other sidekick. Yep, been with me the whole time.

Zim: Sizzlor!
Sizzlor: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!?
Zim: My apologies, My FRYLORD, but I have to return to my mission before it's too late. The Foodening is only a week away!
Sizzlor: NEVER! Now put on this Happy Shloogorg costume and fill the customers with joy! [throws Zim a mascot costume]
Zim: But it's filled with white hot grease.
Sizzlor: Makes you dance better.
Dib: Would a human call their own kind pig smelly? Huh? Huh?? Huh??? We're not pigs!! Zita: Hey! You watch what you say around Pigboy! Cast

Zim: The Dib- the Dib! I don't care how delicious he is, he's evil! They'll destroy the base! There's only one thing to do!
GIR: You gonna make biscuits? You gonna make biscuits? You gonna make biscuits? You gonna make biscuits?
Zim: No, GIR. Never. I never want you to mention biscuits ever again.
[GIR gets a shocked expression]

Zim: The Tallest fail to realize that I'm inviting them for front row seats for the end of all mankind. My latest plan-
Zim's Computer: The latest plan is about to explode.

Zim: Vote for Zim or I'll destroy you! Vote for Zim or I'll destroy you!
Dib: Ms. Bitters! Zim is threatening the voters! He's disqualified, right?
Ms. Bitters: [to an administration droid] The child shrieks like a fruit bat.
[The droid slams another muzzle around Dib's head]