Butch quotes from The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius

Butch

Enjoy it, Neturon! That's the only hit your team's gonna get!

Butch

Big words: they hurt, they hurt!

Butch

Big molecules: they hurt, they hurt!

Butch

Jimmy and Cindy sitting in a-- [Cindy forcefully punches him squarely in the stomach; panting on the floor] tree.

Miss Fowl

Today, we will watch part one of Ken Burns' 97-hour documentary on the history of mummies.

Cindy

Yawn. I'd rather chew off my own foot.

Libby

[whispering] No, I wanna check this out. My family tree goes back to Egypt. Mummies are cool.

Miss Fowl

[inserts the tape in the VCR] Butch, would you get the lights?

Butch

Sure thing, teach. [pulls out a slingshot and shatters the lights off]

Miss Fowl

[annoyed with hand in face] Thank you.

I don't wanna see videos of mummies. I wanna see real mummies!

Carl

Oh, I don't. They might rise from the dead and attack us!

"Dear Ahmadiyya, today I moved a one-ton boulder across the broiling desert sands. Then I had lunch. Then they cut my tongue out."

[gazes at a drawing of Egypt] What am I doing sitting here? I'm a science genius. [turns around to his friends] Who's up for a quick trip to Egypt?

Cindy

What could be more boring than going with you to Egypt?

"Tonight, it is my turn to tell stories around the fire. This will be difficult without my tongue."

Cindy

[makes up her mind] Let's roll.

[quietly] I'll go home and get my hover car and meet you guys in back of the school. [runs off]

Carl

But, what if we get caught?

Sheen

We're not gonna get caught.

Carl

Make it stop, Jimmy!

Cindy

Just end it, Neutron!

Libby

I can't take it anymore!

Sheen

If you love me, you'll finish it right now!

People, we can't quit now! It's only the 1st inning!

Cindy

And Butch's team is beating us 29 to 0!

Miss Fowl

Cut with the chitty-chatty and play ball! [Sheen catches a ball Jimmy threw] Ball 8!

Sheen

Ball?! That was right down the middle. I've seen better calls at a square dance!

Miss Fowl

Jimmy's throwing lollipops. The day he throws down Broadway is the day I dance on the moon!

Carl

Oh, I wish I was a llama in a great big llama world...

Carl, look alive!

Carl

AAH! THE BALL! IT'S COMING RIGHT AT ME! [hits Carl's back] Ow, my scapula.

Way to go, Cindy!

Cindy

Way to pitch a really easy home run, Nerd-tron!

Sheen

PAY ATTENTION, LIBBY!

Libby

I was listening to a great song. I have priorities!

Carl

And I have back pain! Primarily around my scapula.

Miss Fowl

Safe!

Butch

Can we stop, Miss Fowl? My team's tired from running around the bases so much.

Miss Fowl

Oh, I thought you'd never ask. Butch's team is the winner!

Sheen

All in favor of never playing baseball for the rest of their lives, say "Aye".

Aye.

Butch

You guys are such losers!

Sheen

All those who agree with Butch?

Aye.

Carl

My scapula...

Hey, no one calls my team losers! We want a rematch!

Butch

You're on!

NO!

Sheen

NO! WHYYYY?!

Cindy

Nerd-tron, are you out of your oversized mind?!

I'll show you guys that we're not losers!

Hugh

Well, son, my old baseball coach used to say to me, "Hey, kid, you stink on ice! Go home and play with your dolls!" [laughs] Oh, yes, those were the days. We all had crazy nicknames, back then. They used to call me, "Get-lost", or "We-hate-you". Hey, Jimbo, here, see if you can't catch this.

Butch

Ha! Loser!

Miss Fowl

Play ball!

Butch

All right, Neutron! It's "giving-up" time again!

Carl

Oh, another ball coming right at me. Why? WHY?

Miss Fowl

Three outs! Jimmy's team is up.

Better duck, Butch!

Butch

If you eat this ball, I'll eat this hat!

Libby

Okay, that history test was hard.

Butch

Yeah, now I know how you guys feel when I beat on you.

Carl

Four score and seven years ago... oxygen!

Sheen

Hey, guys! Man, that test was cake! I didn't know whether to answer the questions to put frosting on 'em, am I right? Am I right?

Actually, Sheen, I thought it was fairly challenging.

Sheen

Challenging? Please! My grandma's chihuahua could've aced it. I've done connect-the-dot drawings that were harder. [Sheen suddenly cringes as Miss Fowl calls for him]

Miss Fowl

[sticking out from behind the classroom door, wanting to have a talk with him; sharply] SHEEN!!!

Sheen

Ex-squeeze me, Miss Fowl probably wants to congratulate me on the best job well done ever.

Quadruple F-minus?!

Sheen

Well, how was I supposed to know Ultra Lord wasn't the father of our country? That's what it says on the Ultra Lord website.

Wait, didn't you write the Ultra Lord website?

Sheen

Your point? [Jimmy rolls his eyes before walking up to his hover car] Oh. Anyway, Miss Fowl said if I don't pass tomorrow's math final, I'm gonna be left back!

Left back?! That's terrible!

Sheen

Tell me about it! I can't be in a class with a bunch of babies who wet their pants and cry for their mommies!

Well, technically, they'd be the same age we are now, and we don't wet our pants and cry for... [stops and sees Carl sucking his thumb and holding a llama plushie]

Carl

What?

Sheen, I won't allow Miss Fowl to leave you back!

Carl

No way! We're the Three Amigops!

[confused] "The Three Amigops"?

Carl

Yeah, well, you see, I was making us name tags, [shows Jimmy his "Amigops" name tag] and I accidentally added a P to "amigos", so--

Sheen

Pardon me, but my LIFE IS ENDING!! [dramatically shakes Carl]

Don't worry, Sheen. [as he and Sheen get into the hovercar] We're gonna help you pass that math test if it takes all night!

Carl

Yeah! No one splits up the Three Amigops! [tries to get in, but the hovercar flies off without him, then immediately comes back]

[realizes] Sorry, Carl.

Carl

Okay. [then finally gets into the hovercar and it flies off with all of them in it]

Sheen

[entering the classroom] Good morrow, scholars. Sorry I'm tardy, I was doing this morning's crossword puzzle in pen.

Cindy

Big deal. My dad and I do the crossword puzzle all the time.

Sheen

In the Beijing Times? [holds up and unravels his long crossword puzzle, all answered in Beijing writing]

Miss Fowl

[giving Sheen his math test] Here's your test, Sheen. Take a seat and get started. Remember, class, if you get stuck on a question, just skip it and come back to it late--

Sheen

[raises up his finished test] Done!

Miss Fowl

What? But that's impossible!

Sheen

Well, I would have even finished sooner if someone hadn't been blathering away.

Miss Fowl

Sweet muffins! These answers are right!

Sheen

Of course, they're mostly right, duh. They're somewhat obvious to anyone with half a brain--let alone this slack-jaw collection of nitwits.

Butch

[stands up] HEY! My doctor says my jaw's only slightly slack!

Cindy

Yeah, Ultra Dork, since when did you become Lord of the Smarts?

Sheen

Since yesterday. Observe! [He gets out of his seat and heads off to the chalkboard with a pull-down sheet of the Periodic Table of Elements] Rb: Rubidium. Alkali metal discovered in 1861, melting point 39° Centigrade. [shows another picture of the planet Neptune] Neptune, eighth planet from the sun. Principal moons: Triton and Nereid. Named for the Roman god of water. [walks over to Carl] Carl Wheezer. Mammalian order: primate. 70% water, 20% carbon, 2% mucus. [Carl sneezes] 1% mucus. Any questions?

Miss Fowl

Yes. [now determined] How'd you like to SIT DOWN?!? [the class launches into a round of pleads for Sheen to sit down, while Jimmy shakes his head slowly in disappointment]

Yeah, sit down.

Sheen

Go ahead, mock all you want! The barbs of a tiny brain are as nothing to me! [cackles evilly] Miss Fowl, can I be excused?

Miss Fowl

No!

Sheen

May I not be UN-excused?

Miss Fowl

[hesistantly] Y...yes?

Sheen

[points at Miss Fowl] PSYCH! [then runs out of the classroom, as he continues laughing, while Miss Fowl groans in annoyance]

Carl

[in shock] Jimmy, what's wrong with Sheen?

I-I don't know! His IQ should have stopped increasing hours ago. I'd better get to the lab. [raises hand] Miss Fowl, will you not let me not leave the classroom?

Miss Fowl

No! Uh...yes.

Thank you. [gets up and leaves the classroom to follow Sheen, as Miss Fowl exclaims in disappointment]

Carl

[to himself] Jimmy and Sheen need me. I can't let 'em down. [raises hand] Miss Fowl, can I never ever not be dis-excused sometimes?

Miss Fowl

[points at Carl emphatically] PLANT IT!

Carl

[sits back down nervously] Okay.

Cindy

Your Twonkies attacked us in babycize class!

Libby

They busted my boom box!

Miss Fowl

Those things are a menace!

Nick

Dude, my do is ruined!

Butch

Just when I was learning to love again!

Guys! This isn't the time for blame. If it were, I'd be saying things like "I tried to tell you" and "Why didn't you jerks listen to me?" Now all your stories have a common theme.

Carl

Painful biting?

Butch

Massive blood loss?

No! Music! Harmonic patterns causes the Twonkies to morph into hostile beasts and attack the source of the sound. We've got to shut down all the music in town before the rest of the Twonkies hear.

Libby

You can't stop the music!

We've got to!

Butch

Mr. Smithee, uh…how do I start this thing?

Quentin Smithee

I have no idea. Just keep pushing buttons until something happens. And...

Look, the birthday girl. Okay, I can explain. In the future, you're mad with power...

Libby

[enraged] Oh, I'm mad all right!

We'll explain all this to Libby after we save the future.

Sheen

Right. I won't let my dear, sweet Libby become a horrible dictator! Although if she wants to wear the outfit, that's cool.

Carl

Guys, look!

Is this the place?

Hey!

Butch

Hey, Tin Man, this is a private party! [CopBot blasts Butch] Enjoy the punch...!

Okay, just stay low and maybe he won't...

Carl

I SURRENDER! I CAN'T BE ON THE LAM MY WHOLE LIFE! I DON'T EVEN LIKE LAMB--IT'S TO GAMEY!

Oh, look! I am now authorized to use deadly force.

Again, I fall.

Goddard! You saved us!

Libby

And take your dog, too! [slams the door]

Mrs. Vortex

I demand to know how this happened!

Hugh

Well, Judy was tinkering with Jimmy's stuff. I'd ask her.

Judy

[offended] Oh, really?! Well, Mr. Let's-Push-All-the-Buttons…

Hugh

Now, honey, name calling won't solve this mess you got us in. Besides, we may be here for a while. Look, some people seem to be adapting.

Miss Fowl

School is in session. Today's lesson is how to not get eaten by a giant fire ant. [squawks]

Butch

Miss Fowl, a raptor ate my homework.

So, what do you got, Sam?

Sam

Rock burgers, rock dogs and rock lobster with a side of rocks.

I'll just have soup.

Sam

One hot water! Hold the rocks!

Judy

Well, I guess we could live here. I could make curtains and paint the walls with some berry juice.

Hugh

Now, that's the spirit, Sugar. Maybe it will distract you from thinking about our missing Jimbo.

Judy

[weeping] My baby!

Hugh

Oopsy. There, Sugarbooger. Remember, we're in the Cretaceous Era. We've got millions of years to come up with a plan to save him.

Judy

Hugh, are you aware that most of the things you say make no sense?