That? That's Timmy J. Turner, of Penouscha, Wisconsin. [Trixie kisses the boy, and he faints, awestruck; as Trixie floats another boy] That's Timmy K. Timmy, El Sadungo, California. [Trixie kisses the boy and he also faints; as Trixie then floats to a old man] Timothy T. Turner, of Plattsburgh, Georgia...
TTTimothy T. Turner
[Trixie gives him a peck kiss of affection] Oh-ho, you are sweet!
How could I trick you? I mean, you're ten years old and I'm fifty thousand. And with those teeth. I mean look at the size of those things! Hey, there's something you could've wished for: human-sized teeth.
Isn't it obvious? With those 2 out of the picture that position is open to anyone including me. All the power of a Genie all the freedom of a fairy. How great will that be? For me.
Your godparents have quit! Which means you lose EVERYTHING! Binky, I need more ominous music. Play track 7. [Binky turns on a track on a CD which plays "Pop Goes the Weasel"] I SAID TRACK 7!
Hat. Clothes. Shoes— [he looks down at his feet; due to the way he is drawn, his pants and "shoes" are the same, continuous object] Whatever! Bed covers. Enjoy your day off guys; I love you!
[Picks up Timmy to his face] Tell that to Mitch from accounting, he clung to a floating copier for hours until the fish CAME OUT! [Sobbing] Waaaah, oh Miiitch....
It's no use, I'm an incompetent BOOB! [Walking sobbingly to the front door] I'm just going to stand in the garbage can, in the alley, for the rest of my life [Opens the door with a wrench, an ocean of water floods into the house]