(You only “get” this if you came to Carmen and Annie's school 2 years ago and if you saw the Eaton’s commercial)
Annie: Pius...
Carmen: Brown shit...
Mel: He’s a retard you wouldn’t trust with a potato gun! ... I stole that off Armageddon.
Carmen: Yeah, constipation’ll do that to ya...
Mel: Oooo... Heero...
Mel: I’m not watching anime!
Carmen: But what will we watch?!
Mel: The Simpsons.
Carmen: NO! ESCAFLOWNE!
Carmen: Don’t eat with your mouth full!
Carmen: It’ll be funnier than Mormons in checkered shirts!
Mel: Colice, rent lat-dans...
Mel: Bert the Banana!
Carmen & Mel: ... and beyond.
April: What’s the plural of ‘cactus’?
Carmen: Cactai?
April: Cactai...
Carmen: Heh...
April: Mi mi... mi mi mi... mi mi!
Annie: (pointing at Rémi) Harry the Clown...
Mel: Well, I mean... opera...
April: Briiing, briiiing! Eh-loo? Okay, bye!
April: Heh-heh, me, cousin sh-It!
Carmen: I love South Park so much, if it were a person, I’d marry it!
April: Yeah, and no one can dine for two ninety nine.
April: You know you’re a retard WHEN...
April: What’s a ‘nool par’?
Carmen: ... and Trowa was jumping around on clotheslines!
Carmen: We’re leaving at eight, eh?
April: Yeah, eh? Canadian, eh?
Carmen: -_- ;;;
(While watching ‘Girl, Interrupted’)
Carmen: (singing) Who let the dogs out?
Dog in movie: Bark! (Or ‘woof!’, whatever. A dog noise, anyway)
April: O_o
Carmen: O_o
April: Whoa...
April: Oh yes! Yah yah. Rated R, not even for parents.
April: He was like, ‘Disco Duck’, and I was like, ‘Flying leap’. I didn’t get it.
(about that fat Speedo guy commercial on MuchMusic)
April: You know what you do? You tape just that commercial, just that, on a tape, and you send it to your cousin Alissa. Just that commercial. With no note or anything. Just sign it like you usually would. Or, you send a note that says, ‘Meet my dad.’.
April: Why do you always make me pet your cat?
April: It’s not my fault my mom’s a member of the freakin’ mental clan.
April: I prefer cheese doodles...
Sylvie: Buuuuuuuutt...
Carmen: Time flies when you’re writing smut!
Carmen: Hmmm... Duo in a thong. Good thing or bad thing?
Jayme: Naughty thing.
Sylvie: It’s all Jean Chrétien’s fault...
April: Skinny, skinny, skinny, skinny, I wanna BE skinny... Chicken pie!
Carmen: I like him!
April: I don’t. “I like to be 80.”
April: He should friggin’ shave his face!
Carmen: Woolay! (but then everyone else at my school started saying it, too... so I’ve lost my original rights to it...)
Frank: Comprends-tu?
Carmen: Non.
Frank: Pourquoi?
Carmen: There’s sand on that carrot...
April: That’s okay. I’ll eat it. S’good for the bowels.
Mel: How would you like to suck my balls, Bateau?
Mel: Non non, tu mets ‘my butt’!
Mel & Carmen: The time is not Gretchen.
Bateau: SHHHHH!
Carmen: Clever are we, the knights of the rectangular table!
Mel: Isn’t it rond?
Carmen: Do these desks look ‘rond’ to you?
Carmen: Your brother said ‘Look at my boobs!’?!?
Carmen: (to the Bateau [meaning 'boat'] {Bateau is a teacher}) Go... sail away, ya fool!
Mel: Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me...
(Seven years ago, Carmen got one of those Kitty Kitty Kittens, and April had shown it to her then- three year old brother and told him it was a real cat)
Jordan: Why isn’t it moving?
April: ‘Cause it can’t move, Jordan! It’s a baby!
Sylvie: Mahoo!
April: Did your dad ask why I called?
Carmen: No.
April: Now I’m getting suspicious...
April: Houdini is the founder of Halloween!
Sylvie: Krusty!
Carmen: Don’t you mean ‘Rusty’?
Sylvie: ... that’s what I said.
Carmen: What? Jay Leno?!
Mel: (sarcastically) Yeah, I work with Simon Savoie for fun.
Carmen: Duo’s still wearing that pore strip!
Sylvie: Ya big snot dork!
Carmen & April: Pat Anderson’s canoe!
Mel: Y comme, pisse d’la yeule...
Mel: Peek-a-loo!
Carmen: Are you Doug-ish?
Mel: Are you?
Carmen: ... I can’t remember.
April: Burnsie... your associates are on channel six...
Rémi: WOW, tu sais qu’est-ce qu’est un Y.
April: No sissy toys.
Carmen: No cleavage at the dinner table!
Carmen: No champagne in the sex room.
Mel: O_o
Carmen: O_o
April: Fart fucker, it’s cold out here!
April: (to her dog, as we walked through the door) Where’s fat mudder?
(This was for a Mad Lib)
Carmen: Name something heavy.
April: My mother...!
April: OH MY GOD, it’s Josephina! Jesus with long hair!
April: Crotch support...
Carmen: Where the fuck/hell/damn Jesus is Pat?!
Carmen, April & Edz: Regurgimatation!
April: Sick and twisted family secrets!!!
(Spotting the notorious ‘Star Trak’, a teacher)
Eric: Beep, beep, beep, be-beep, beep, be-beep, beep... Je-vois-un-objet-non-identifié...
April: It’s ‘eh?’, not ‘ah?’!
Annie: HE bangs, sti.
April: This video is pretty good, except for the 70 thousand hands grabbing and groping him in every damn place imaginable.
April: (about the ‘Who Let the Dogs Out’ video) I was just sitting there, staring at the screen. I thought it was a joke!
Carmen: Des pantaloufes!
Carmen & Sylvie: Pumpkin ass!
Sylvie: Ciboire, shaves-toi!
Annie: Y’est beau de loin... pis y’est loin d’être beau...