All That quotes

[after the truck finally stops] "You...give me ice cream."

[writer Heath Seifert; starts to hand him a sundae upon which the sculpture on the truck's roof is based] "That'll be one buck..."

[reaching into his pockets and finding out that he forgot his money] "NO-O-O-O!"

[Server] "Mr. Repairman, why don't you just leave us alone?!"

"Not until I've repaired your relationship; now, kiss!"

[in unison] "What?!"

"Kiss. Like this..."

[shocked] "Hey, man; what did you do that for?!"

"It was fun! Now, kiss."

"No!"

[Reyes] "Never!"

"But you must. Kiss!"

"Principal Pimpell?"

"Principal William Baines Pimpell...now, Kalie, as Principal of Dullmont Junior High School, let me ask you this question."

"Does what you do...have anything to do...with the nasty, bulbous pimple on my forehead?"

[Bynes] "Uh, no."

"My turn; my turn."

"Ar-r-rgh!"

"Kalie...does what you do have anything to do...with the nasty, bulbous pimple on Principal Pimpell's forehead?"

"I said, 'No'."

"Now, Miss Fingerly, if you have listened...you would know that I had already posted that question prior to what you were sayin'."

[tries to pop Principal Pimpell's pimple] "Why won't that pop?"

"We have some testimonials...of people...who have used The Board!"

[Bynes] "I used to be an unemployed, out-of-shape, 400-pound man named Harold, and now look at me! The Board changed my life."

"I used to just sit around...and do nothin'...before I got The Board...and, now I have it. What it is."

"Jupiter!"

"Thank you, The Board!"

"Jupiter!"

[Server; one of Miss Fingerly's students; he is sharing his chicken pox for show and tell] "Right now, I have a fever of about..."

"...104. I'm feeling very hot...and uncomfortable. Let's compare your temperature...with mine."

[Reyes, taking the thermometer out of her mouth in disgust] "Ew; this was just in your mouth!"

[in unison] "Tha-a-at's me!"

"Hi, I'm Ashley, and I'm here to answer more of your letters. Our first letter comes from...Rachel Burzen, of Cleveland, Ohio. Rachel writes...'Dear Ashley'"...

"'Dear Ashley, there's this strange man who always stands in front of my class and talks about stuff. Sometimes, he makes us read. Other times, he makes us add stuff up, like numbers. Who is this strange man?". Well, Rachel, I think I can tell you who is strange man is. HE'S YOUR STINKING TEACHER! Your teacher, you dunderhead! And obviously, he's not a very good teacher, because YOU ARE A STINKING UNEDUCATED DOOFUS! MAN! Our next letter comes from...Benjamin Ross, of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Benjamin writes...'Dear Ashley'"...

"'Dear Ashley, there's this big bright ball of light in the sky above my house. I've tried all the light switches, but none of them seem to turn it off. Whenever I stare into it, my eyes hurt like the Dickens, whatever that means. Ashley, what is this huge ball of fire and light?'. Gee, Benji, I dunno...but maybe it's...THE STINKING SUN! The sun, you misguided monkey-boy! I think you stared at it so long that YOU MELTED YOUR STINKING BRAIN! Here's an idea; why don't you take your empty head over to Cleveland, Ohio, and borrow Rachel Burzen 's brain? SHE SURE AIN'T USIN' IT! MAN! Our next letter comes from...Ellis Hollen, of Glendale, California. Ellis writes...'Dear Ashley'"...

"'Dear Ashley, I left the door to my house wide open this morning and went to school. When I got home...all my stuff was gone. My TV, my stereo, my couch, my other TV...everything. Did all of my stuff turn invisible? Maybe it all just got up and ran away from home. Ashley, what do you think?'. What do I think? Well, Ellis, I think...YOU WERE STINKING ROBBED! 'BURGLED'! 'BETHIEVED'! RIPPED OFF! I ALSO THINK THAT YOU ARE DUMBER THAN THE STINKING COUCH THAT WAS STOLEN FROM YOU!"

[mocking] "I'm Ellis; whatever, and...I believe that all my stuff turned invisible. And blah-dee-blah-dee-blah-dee-blah-dee-"

[normal voice] "...BLAH! Here's some advice. Why don't you ride your 'invisible bike' over to Pittsburgh, and pick up Benjamin Ross? He'll be the big lumpa stupid STARING INTO THE STINKING SUN! And then the two of you can head over to Cleveland, Ohio, and visit Rachel Burzen's 'mystery' teacher. Maybe you could teach her why...YOU ARE ALL...SUCH STINKING...IDIOTS! MAN! Well, that's all the advice I have for you today. Buh-bye, everybody!"