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Krillin: "Yo, hey guys! Here is some crazy things that I don't think you'll catch me or anybody I know saying." Bulma: Maybe I should shave my head and get a cool haircut like Krillin. Bulma: Roshi, you, me, and the hot tub. NOW! Bulma: The yellow wire connects to the left out port. Huh? Vegeta, this VCR programming is too difficult, you try it. Bulma: I...I just can't keep it a secret any longer. Master Roshi and I have been having an affair. Bulma: Vegeta, get that friendly smile off your face, or else it might stay that way. I want the real you in this photo, so give me a smirk. Captain Ginyu: No Goku, lift your right leg. With dance moves like those, you'll never become a member of the Ginyu Force! Cell: Perfect body, ha! Check out this manicure! Cell: What I wouldn't give for SPF. Cell: I don't enjoy fighting anymore. I think I'll become a peace-loving hippie. Frieza: Time out! Time out! I just broke a nail! Frieza: Darn it! How many more times do I have to rub my head before it shines? Frieza: Oh no! I'm missing my bedtime stories! Frieza: Oh great! Goku, can you hold that Kamehameha, I just lost a contact. Frieza: Why won't my Dragonballs grant me a wish? Zarbon, you try rubbing them. Future Trunks: Ugh...this sword is so heavy. Frieza, hold this for a sec while I stretch my arm. Future Trunks: I guess the androids aren't that bad. I thinks I'll ask them to go to the ballet with me. Future Trunks: Ewe...these split ends are the worst. Future Trunks: One and two, and one and two and. Man this tai-bo is hard. Future Trunks: Android 18, your just to...to beautiful to destroy. I Love You! Will you please, please, please go out with me tonight? Future Trunks:Next time on Dragonball Z... Goku: Frieza!!! Hurry up Pokemon is coming on! Goku: Nah, I would rather read this book on astrophysics, but thanks for the offer of a seven course meal Chi-Chi. Goku: Two plus two equals four! Math is easy! Goku: Vegeta come on, it's simple geometry. A right triangle has an angle of 90 degrees, I mean...duh! Goku: Kame-ha-me-he-he-he-he-hah-aha-ha! Gohan, stop tickling me-he-he! Goku: We don't stand a chance, he just too strong for me or anybody else. I guess we should give up. Goku: Hold up guys, I'll train after Survivor. Chi-Chi, hurry up with that six-pack of Coca-Cola. Goku: Orange just isn't my color. I think pink would go a lot better with my eyes. Goku: Hello Vegeta, old chap. Would you by chance like to challenge me to a game of croquet? Goku: Gohan hurry up! It's mud-wrestling night at Capsule Corp. and we don't want to miss Bulma. Goku: All right!!! Thank you Chi-Chi! Just what I've always wanted! Instant Abs! Goku: "Vegeta, you should reconsider. Rook to D-3 allows for mate in 12 moves." Kami: So the directions just say to massage into face and wrinkles just disappear? All right! Kami: Hey, guess what Piccolo! I've decided to try out for Mister Universe! Marron: The artist is trying to convey a mood of resentment. However, with the brushstrokes in that vertical fashion moving in a northeast motion, a sense of joy may accompany the anger. Marron: I'm sorry, I just can't go out with you, even though you are a perfect dreamboat. I promised Krillin that I'd stay and wait for him . Master Roshi: Bulma, put something else on besides that bikini. Master Roshi: Why would I want to watch an aerobics instructor? I would rather watch this commentary on the rain forest on the Learning Channel. Mr. Popo: Does this turban make my butt look big? Mr. Popo: The temple has been blown up again? No way am I cleaning it up again, do it yourself Kami. Nappa: All Right! I simplified Einstein’s theory of E=MC² ! Now to solve world peace... Nappa: I'm not only a member of the Hair Club for Men, but I'm now the President. Oolong: Oops! Bulma's undies! I better put return these and quickly. Piccolo: Master Roshi, can you please teach me how to get a beautiful girlfriend? Raditz: Shampoo into rich lather, then rinse and repeat, and repeat again, and again, and again, and .... Vegeta: Goku, help! I just can't seem to get this zipper on my jacket up! Vegeta: Hmmm... a little more blush here, a touch of eye shadow there. Perfect. All right Bulma, I'm ready to go to the ball. Vegeta: Sniff...Sniff... this movies is sooo sad...sniff... Bulma, please pass the tissues, please. Vegeta: All right, let me get this list of chores right: wash the windows of the spaceship, polish the hovercraft, and pick up some lipstick. Coming right up Master Frieza. Vegeta: Oh this tutu makes me look sooo cute. Yamcha: Take me out to the Cell Games, take me out to the fight! By me some Cell Jr.'s and parts of Androids 16, I don't care if Bulma sees me! 'Cause it's root, root, root for the Saiyans, if they don't win it's a shame. For it's 1, 2, and 3 strikes, earth's gone, in the old Cell Games! ^-^ |
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