Michael Bell credited as playing...
Chas Finster • Grandpa Boris • Drew Pickles
- Rex Pester: Mr. Pickles, how does it feel knowing your brother lost your only daughter?
- Drew Pickles: [shocked; turns to Stu] He what?
- Rex Pester: Share your pain.
- [Drew, completely red in the face and gritting his teeth with rage, leaps at Stu screaming; Stu's horrified face is reflected in Drew's glasses; Drew tackles him to the ground and bends his left arm backwards]
- Stu Pickles: You're breaking my arm!
- Drew Pickles: Only 'cause I can't reach your neck! You moronic idiot!
- Rex Pester: [as the adults seperate Stu and Drew] And there you have it: Two sour Pickles and...
- [sadly; deliberately mispronounces the babies' names as he shows the photos]
- Rex Pester: ... young Tammy, baby Dale, the twins Bill and Jill, little Chunky, and poor Amelia, all vanished without a trace.
- [happily; throws the photos away]
- Rex Pester: I'm Rex Pester, and I'll be back with more Big Action news!
- [Stu is working on his latest invention to enter in a contest]
- Drew Pickles: What is it this time, huh? An electric *sponge*?
- Stu Pickles: Of course not! That was last year.
- Charlotte Pickles: [pats Didi's belly with her phone] How's our little man?
- Didi Pickles: [rubs her belly] I told you, Charlotte, Dr. Lipschitz says it's a girl.
- Betty DeVille: Ha! That windbag thought Phil and Lil were intestinal gas!
- Miriam Pickles: Face it, Dolly. Ridin' high it's a guy!
- Charlotte Pickles: Well, you know what they say: "Born under Venus, look for a--"
- [her phone rings]
- Charlotte Pickles: Hello?
- [walks away]
- Didi Pickles: Now, now, Dr. Lipschitz is the expert. I don't see any of *you* with a PhD in Latin.
- Betty DeVille: Yeah. *Pig* Latin, maybe. Well, let's just hope for Tommy's sake it's a girl. I'd hate to think how much my pups would be squabbling if *they* were both boys.
- Didi Pickles: Ah, ah, ah! Let's not do any gender stereotyping. After all, Stu and Drew are brothers, and *they* get along just fine.
- [cut to the basement]
- Stu Pickles: Pushy!
- Drew Pickles: Lazy!
- Stu Pickles: Bossy!
- Drew Pickles: Inconsiderate!
- Stu Pickles: Nosey!
- Drew Pickles: Good-for-nothin'!
- Stu Pickles: Busybody!
- Stu Pickles, Drew Pickles: Why can't you listen to me?
- Stu Pickles: The Reptar Corporation is holding a toy design contest, & the winner gets five hundred dollars.
- Drew Pickles: [sarcastically] Oooooooh.
- Stu Pickles: And there'll be plenty more if this toy's a hit - & I'll be famous!
- Drew Pickles: Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's what you said when you built that stupid thing.
- [points to Dactar]
- Stu Pickles: Well, maybe Dactar was a bit complex, but this... this, watch.
- [turns on a tape recorder and grabs a microphone]
- Stu Pickles: I am Reptar, hear me roar!
- Reptar Wagon: [deep, menacing playback on the tape recorder] I AM REPTAR! HEAR ME ROAR.
- [the nostrils blow out flames]
- Charles "Chas" Finster: [regarding Didi's pregnancy] Gosh you can hardly tell she's gained any weight
- [Didi turns around and her large pregnant belly knocks over a lemonade pitcher and table]
- Charles "Chas" Finster: You know from behind.
- Stu Pickles: I'm sorry about all this, Drew.
- Drew Pickles: It's all right, little brother. For a nincompoop, you're not half bad.
- Drew Pickles: Now, sweetheart, Daddy's gotta put in a little overtime today so that Mommy won't be ashamed of his quarterly earnings.
- Angelica Pickles: Hi, Uncle Stu. Sorry to hear your pony was slow.
- Stu Pickles: We don't *have* a pony, Angelica.
- Angelica Pickles: [to Drew] Then how come you told Mommy Aunt Didi got saddled with a loser?
- [Drew gasps]
- Stu Pickles: [wheels around on Drew] "Loser"?
- Drew Pickles: [nervously] He... He... I...
- Stu Pickles: [hears Tommy and Dil crying] Excuse me, bro, my "tax deductions" are crying!
- [slams door]
- Drew Pickles: [reopens door] YA CAN'T DEDUCT 'EM IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANY INCOME!
- [slams door, but it reopens a tad]