Is this thing supposed to be dead?
The iguana ain't dead, windbag. It's just, uh...
Sleeping like a baby, Kevin. That'll be 25 cents.
Sold!
I'm surrounded by idiots.
Who's complaining?
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[repeated line] Nincompoop!
[chanting] Rolf's a jerk, ain't gonna work! Rolf's a jerk, ain't gonna work! Rolf's a jerk-
We hate broccoli!
[Pause]
Ain't gonna work!
I'll get you, dork! After I find some ointment, ouch.
What's with that? I did everything my dad does. How come he sells stuff? Maybe it's the tie.
Well, it certainly couldn't be the fact we manufactured the biker from HAND-ME-DOWN KITCHENWARE! Ten hours of hard work, and for what?
To fleece the masses.
Check's in the mail, Ed.
[Eddy is fighting Sarah and Jimmy over the balloon]
Gimme that balloon, Sarah!
Gimme, Gimme never gets!
What happened to my head?!
It is so puny!
This is worthy of a noble prize!
What'd ya do to me, you quack?!
Quack? I am Rolf.
You're a quack! Quack, quack quack!
I am not a duck. I am Rolf.
How did you know what ingredients would react in such a way as to come to this conclusion?
What?
My turn for shrinkage, Rolf.
Fix me!
Tell me.
Shrink me!
Stay back!
Get him! Wait till I get my hands on you! Fix my head, ya quack!
He's Rolf.
Where did you exhume this from, Ed?
Brick-a-brack from right under my bed, Double D.
Ed, Eddy's overzealous attempts to reform this erroneous altercation is destined to fail.
Napkin please.
I should've known better.
[to Jimmy] Are you unconshi, unconshy?
Unconscious, Eddy.
Dead from the neck up?
Could you pull my finger, Rolf?
No.
[Ed cries]
Man, Nazz looks awesome today.
I wanna write Nazz a poem, and I hate writing.
Double D, my tummy feels all wiggly and crawly inside.
That's nice, Ed.
I feel like the Nazz on the back of my Nazz is standing on Nazz.
That's nice, Ed.
There's something bewitching about Nazz today. An unusual enchantment. [unwittingly steps on Ed's face as he walks off] A happening of sorts.
She's happening, all right. [follows Edd, also stepping on Ed's face]
I feel like a doormat. Can it be love?
Nazz is as graceful as a gazelle leaping through a field of buttercups...
Yeah...a ga-whatchamacallit...
[in thought] She's so radical.
[in thought] She can't keep her eyes off me.
[in thought] Her hair is so clean and not fly-away at all.
[in thought] Hello? Echo! MY NAME IS ED!
Nazz would love a new bike.
Or a new toilet?
Not the bike, dork.
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