IWInfo Woman
Now, listen, lady, we don't keep imaginary friends here. If you need help I know this really great little place, not too far from here that finds lost imaginary friends. It's called "Foster's--"
I know, I know, I work there.
IWInfo Woman
Not very good at our favorite jobs, are we?
Excuse me, ma'am, I'm lost.
IWInfo Woman
Kid, is this your favorite mom?
I'm not his favorite mom, but I lost him.
IWInfo Woman
I hope you are looking for an imaginary friend, lady.
I'm looking for this kid, too. Tell her, Mac.
IWInfo Woman
That's it. I'm calling security. [Frankie runs away with Mac] Hey!
[Bloo is spraying air freshener while Frankie and Mac are trying to clean]
What? I'm just trying to clean.
Spraying air freshener isn't trying to clean.
Is too. I'm trying to clean the air. Trying to clean and freshening.
Well, go find someplace else to try to clean and freshen, can you?
Fine, if that's how you feel about it. But don't come crying to me while the air feels stale and filthy at least.
Bloo! [coughs] That friend of yours, Mac.
If it's one thing with that guy, it's another.
Hey, what's this? I've never seen this before.
Oh, no! [Bloo is standing in front of a door with a sign reading: "STAY AWAY. DO NOT ENTER."] Bloo! Don't think about it.
The autumn of 1984 was cold... and cruel.
[Sepia-toned flashback; A door opens and millions of scribbles come flying out; Herriman, Madame Foster and young Frankie are amidst the swarm]
[Back to the present]
"Sorry" doesn't make up for the other fact why we were try to force it and taking up residence in the unicorn stables for 46 days.
Y'know, if someone would just spring for a lock...
Self-restraint, Miss Francis, is the only lock that door requires.
Well, why can't the scribbles just hang out with everyone else?
I've been over here for a half hour coming up with a great plan to free these guys. And all you care about is trying to mess around.
Oh, yeah, well... [snaps his fingers and a scribble blows a raspberry at Mac]
The whole house is currently getting fed up with these scribbles and different thinks are presently very useless. And I don't see how you using them to do all sorts of helpful things are gonna help everybody else see they're actually helpful. Wait a whole minute.
Done. [his stomach grumbles] Aw, man. I really gotta-
Sorry, Mr. H, but I haven't enjoyed another time to chitchat before. I really need to-
What? Well, yeah. That's well and good after. I was gonna-
No manner, no how. Now. Fold and tuck, Master Blooregard, fold and tuck. Very good.
Phew. [his stomach growls again] Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go!
WHY ARE YOU PICKING ON ME?!?! I don’t see anybody else following all of these hare-brained madnesses there!
[Herriman opens the door to show Bloo that all the other Friends are following his rules]
Now, listen closely, Master Blooregard. I know the Madam set up a special situation for you. A deal, if you will, which for me, means you’ve broken one rule to begin with! So I’m watching you, and if you do not toe the line, I have ways to persuade the Madam to change her mind. Now if you please excuse me, Master Bloo, I have a very important matter to attend to.
[mumbling with his mouth closed] I'm not moving.
I think he said he's not moving. Is that right? [Bloo nods] Why?
No! Merri... Herriman, HERRIMAN, HERRIMAN!!! He's been on my case all morning, harping on all the rules I seem to be breaking, and said that if I don't start following them, he's gonna boot my blue butt to the curb! Man, oh, man, is this guy uptight?! Is anyone else around here aware of his insane two-square rule?! I've never heard of anything so-
[After Bloo accidentally breaks Madame Foster's bust]
MWMac, Wilt, Eduardo, and Coco
Oh, you are busted.
You busted her favorite bust.
Herriman's prized possession.
She's wright. Herriman's totally gonna kill you.
I don't believe this. I was in the clear, man. I was gonna stand here perfectly still all day. I wouldn't have broken anything. Then you guys come along with all your "no comprendo" and "I don't understand". Make me move and knock over stuff, and then what do you do? You turn on me. That stinks! Thanks a lot, guys.
How about I say I did it?
It's okay, guys. Forget it. It was me, me, not you, and I'm not letting any of you take the other blame. It's okay, I've had it, I'm going. I'm packing up, I'm trying to head out, and I'm making history.
Hold on there, Hobo Joe. Maybe we can do something?
No, she's wright, guys. Don't you see? Busting this bust is gonna get me as busted as anyone can get busted. So anything bad I do from now on is nothing, and if I need to break some rules so I can fix what I busted, maybe, just maybe, I won't end up getting busted at all. Come on, another time for plan A: fix it.
[The gang hears Frankie and Mr. Herriman talking from the kitchen after covering Madame Foster in flour and portraying her as her own bust]
No, Miss Frances. You are merely smearing the flour with that mop. The mop with the proper absorbent qualities for the kitchen is in the third-floor storage closet.
Well, if it's the proper mop for the kitchen, what's it doing in the third-floor closet?
Do not question my methods, Miss Frances. I guess I will have to do your job and fetch the mop. [exits the kitchen and enters the foyer; to the gang] Good afternoon. I trust the lot of you are having an enjoyable and rule-breaking-free day, unlike Miss Frances, especially you, Master Blooregard.
[to Madame Foster, portrayed as her favorite bust] Ohh, Madame, your favorite granddaughter is working my last nerve. I can hardly believe that you and that slacker are related.
