Mel: He's a checkered banana!
Mel: I'm the best Poké-machine ball catcher patente!
Mel: Blaargh mes hards!
Carmen: You want people to blaargh you hard!
Mel: You go around with the pancarte and the cloche!
April: Is that your naked word for cactus?
Mel: Poofy crap is like bird shit only it's pink!
Carmen & Mel: Sticks and poles may poke my ass, but Johnson's Peanut Pokers will never stain it.
Mel: Condoms with wings! Wings with condoms!
Carmen: Remember when you saw Noin? "Is that his mom?"
Mel: I like MY mine holder more!
Carmen: Yeah, well, MINE... :( I have three!
April: You're breaking everything!!!
Carmen & Mel: Gundam butt Wing holder!
Mel: Is it from the Doris Clan?
April: It was like watery boogers!
Carmen: I'm a skateboard!
Mel: I'm a rock.
Mel: Cartoon strippers! Yeah!
Carmen: April was trying to convince me that galavanting and rampaging were the same thing.
(on the phone)
Carmen: What was that noise?
April: What?
Carmen: What was that noi- *noise* THAT!
April: I'm peeing!
Carmen: X_X
April: I'm kidding! I'm at the sink!
April: Turretula!
April: (in a sing-song voice) Keegie Turrets, ridin' along, Keegie Turrets, up on my lawn...
Carmen: Trowa's wearing pantaloons!
Jayme: Uhm... what are pantaloons?
Carmen: See those pants he's wearing? THOSE are pantaloons!
April: Ya ranna be a rock stuperstaaaaar...
Carmen: Wolvie is my man-slave! He's making me some Oreo cookie pie for lunch!
(at school, at Carmen's locker. Minor Niners walk by, and one starts picking his wedgie out in the open air)
Mel: Pick your wedgie in front of the whole school, why don't ya?
Carmen: *l*
Carmen: But I don't wanna wear boob stickers anymore!!!
(Anyone's who's been with Carmen's dance school knows what I'm talking about...)
Carmen & Mel: The truth is Pop-Tart.
Mel: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Oogo!
Carmen: DON'T! You'll break my slave!
Jayme: I'll make you a Duo and Wufei clone!
Syl & Carmen: Hern?
April: Verbal diarrhea!
April & Carmen: Verbal donkerrhea!
Carmen: You suck. Bye bye.
Jason: I suck? Pfff...
Carmen: Yeah, you suck. Pfff yourself. Stop farting on me.
Jason: What the hell is yaoi, anyways?
Carmen: Uhm... nothing.
Jayme & Carmen: Gundamnit!
Carmen: Hide under the bed with the Boogie Man!
Carmen: Quatre has 29 sisters...
Jason: Only 29? Geez, that's realistic.
Carmen: Want some cake? I made it myself.
PD: No thanks. I smell gunpowder.
Carmen: *innocent giggle* Oops! How about some... ice cream?
PD: I smell poison.
Carmen: Poison? Oops! *innocent giggle* How about some cat food? I mean - ... fish sticks?
PD: I smell vegetables.
Jayme: Fune with Dup!
April: (as Peeping Tom Busdriver) I'm not a Peeping Tom! I'm a bus driver! (as herself) Fine, argue with me...
April: I'll make sure Maureen Prescott doesn't get me!
April: Ridney Rescott...
April: What are you, Dewey or something? Stop taking notes!
(making fun of April's older brother)
April: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOWPE!
Carmen: YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!
April: MAAAAAYBEEEEEEEEE!
Carmen: NEVEEEEEEEEEEEEER!
April: You horny beast!
Carmen & Mel: I can fly and die.
Carmen: Melarnie! Melarnie McClarnie!
Alissa: Maybe she has Homer Simpson disease where she doesn't know she is gross and stupid.
Carmen: What is your dream vehicle?
April: Lettuce with wheels...
April: Ya get in there and it’s like, an egg crate held up with a board.
Candace: So, what’s everyone up to?
Carmen: I’m not sure... I haven’t been out in... *looks at watch* 87 hours...
Candace: What time is good to rampage?
Carmen: Afternoon rampaging is best.
Candace: Damn you, Carmen... grrrr... a plague on your house!!!
April: I bet you don’t know half of all the French swear words my mom does!
April: Okay, way to LIMP, there, Coolio...
Commercial: Bonjour Toto! Bonjour Toto!
Carmen: TOTO! ^_^
(while trying to figure out what a certain person’s phone number was by calling everyone in the phone book with the last name)
Mel: Yan tu là?
Some person on the phone: Diane?
Mel: Non, Ee-an.
Some other stupid person: Rhéal?
Mel: EE-AN.
Another stupid person: Milaine?
Mel: EE-AN!!!
Stupid person: Non, t’as le mauvais numéro.
Mel: I see mules’ asses. They jiggle around.
Carmen & Mel: He pooped farts on my pencil.
Carmen: I see blue feathers. They disappear.
Mel: I see blue feathers. It came from a bra!
Mel & Carmen: Pop-Tarts suck my ass! Blueberries ate my lamb!
Mel & Carmen: Bateau fuel leaked farts into the wine glass!
Carmen & Mel: They can be queefs sometimes, those things.
Carmen & Mel: We are huge fans of South North Avenue Arena Lane!
Carmen & Mel: The Mormons are attacking Serge!!!
Carmen & Mel: The truth is flubbery mules.
Mel: Montre-moi la quatre une minute... j’ai besoin... Fuck off!!!
Annie: Y’est pas beau tout suite...
Carmen: Y’est pas beau tantôt non plus.
April: Welfare alamige...
Carmen: Babies and rabbits make rabies!
Annie: Grabbits! It sounds like rabbits!