Puppet Truffles quotes from Chowder

[annoyed at Chowder] This is what happens when you don't share.

WHAT IS THAT RACKET?! [A living racket runs off] AND WHAT IS THAT NOISE?!

[yelling] I SAID WE'RE CLOSED!!!!

QUIET! Won't you stop fooling around? We're gonna be late for our hoedown.

[as the wind blows away her clothes, hat, and hair; to the viewers] Don't you look at me!

Mung

Woman, I need all the cash we got right now! Don't ask questions!

I have ONE...

Mung

Yes, it's Chowder-related.

[hands Mung some money] Fine.

Gorgonzola

[approaches Chowder's food stand while walking by; first lines] What is this? A childish child-sized food stand?

Oh, hey, Gorgonzola. I'm selling Burple Nurples that I made myself, like a real chef.

Gorgonzola

What? You think you're better than me?

Listen, I have a lot of customers waiting. [zoom out, showing the streets completely deserted]

Gorgonzola

Let them wait.

[shocked in horror by his kitchen being destroyed after he and Chowder return] My kitchen! My beautiful kitchen, what happened?!

[as Officers Po-Boy and Cheesesteak grab both her arms] WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!!! [gets thrown into the police van]

Chowder, what does your gut say about this?

My gut says that Shnitzel has a lot of cleaning up to do.

He sure does. Wanna go eat some cake?

Yes, please!

[petting Truffles' head, mistaking her for a kitty] Nice kitty.

Hey, what is this thing?

Pfft. Radda radda.

Oh, the customer. Wait, do you realize what this means?

Radda?

The customer came to pick up his own order. [facepalms herself] Ugh, and my idiot husband just left to deliver it! [cut to Mr. Sambal taking a shower at the lobby fountain] Who knows how long until he gets back? You keep an eye on him until Dummy McDumbalot comes home.

Radda radda radda radda.

Cleaning or no cleaning, you will watch him, or I'll rip your- [sees Mr. Sambal walking by] Oh, hello. Don't worry. Shnitzel here will take care of you until your order is ready. That's what we pay him for.

Ah, towels. [strips off Shnitzel's apron, leaving him in his underwear]

Okay, that's disgusting.

[goes back into the kitchen; sighs] Radda.

What are you doing? This place is still a pigsty. And where's the customer?!

Radda.

The oven? You put the customer in the oven? What, are you crazy?!

Radda. Radda radda radda radda.

He put himself in the oven? The little old man walked in the oven by himself?

Radda!

Would you please hand me that pot over there? [Shnitzel hands her the frying pan and bashes him on the head; angrily] I'M NOT PAYING YOU TO BAKE A CUSTOMER! [flies off] I'M PAYING YOU TO CLEAN!

[annoyingly mimicking Truffles] "Radda radda radda, radda radda radda."

Radda.

I don't know where the customer went.

Radda radda radda radda radda!

Huh, in danger? YOU are the only danger here.

[grabs Truffles' hand] Radda radda radda.

Let go of me! I'm not leaving.

Radda radda.

No! No more cockamamie stories! You just want to leave work 'cause you're lazy.

[shocked] Radda?

You heard me. La-a-a-a-a-zy!

[offended] Ah, ah! Radda radda radda radda radda!

RADDA RADDA RADDA! Radda.

[hits Chowder on the head with a frying pan] HANDS OFF! The ladies will be here any minute to play Mahjongg.

But I didn't get to taste yet.

Ah, ah, ah. These foods are for the ladies only. Are you a lady?

If I say "yes," can I have one?

[hits Chowder on the head with the frying pan again] You already had dinner! I need both of you out of the kitchen, NOW! [the door opens and the ladies enter] Oh, the ladies!

Oh, so adorable! I could just eat you up! [Chowder blushes, but is moved out of the way] Out of the way, Chowder! I've been waiting all week for these meviled eggs! [scarfs the eggs]

Save some for the rest of us, Empanada.

You eat it all again, and I'm gonna kill you.

Hey! [turns to the back] I thought I heard something.

Don't get too distracted, Truffles. I want you to see when I BEAT you this hand.

Oh, you will [turns back] NOT beat me! The only beating you will see is your own!

Why didn't I just do that in the first place?

Because I REALLY look good in this dress.

Honey, does this dress make me look fat?

Ummmmm...Uhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhh...uh...uh...uhhhhh...uhhhh...uhh...uhh...ohhh! Aaaah! Uhhhh...Aaaaah...ohhhhh!

[growling in annoyance] You're dead to me. [flies away]

Where are you going? I'm not done ignoring you.

[fed up; having enough] Radda radda. Radda! (I QUIT!) [rips off his apron, revealing a backup apron, and storms out of catering company through the door with a Shnitzel-shaped hole]

Quit? You can't quit. Who's gonna hire a bum like you?!

Hey, that uh, that thing on your beak.

My snood?

Yeah, your snood. Seriously, dude, I can't even look at that thing. You gotta think about getting it removed.

My wife likes my snood.

You're a lucky, lucky man. [Shnitzel walks past between them] Man, that guy looks like he just quit a job he never thought he'd have to quit.

Bummer.

[looks at the snood again; disgusted] Okay, seriously, I'm gonna puke if I gotta keep lookin' at that thing.

Miss Endive

[off-screen] Be right there! [answers the door] What do you want?

[holds up a want ad] Radda radda. (I would like a job).

Miss Endive

You're here about the job? [flees back inside and back to the door, wrapped in towels] Oh, I'm sorry. I just stepped out of the shower. So, you've come to your senses and want to work a real chef, huh?

Radda radda.

Miss Endive

Well, let me see if you're right for the position.