- Didi Pickles: [carrying a mirror] Oh, thanks, Pop, this thing weighs a ton.
- Grandpa Lou Pickles: Where'd you pick that thing up?
- Didi Pickles: I got it from a store called "Cold'n Oldies".
- Grandpa Lou Pickles: Golden Oldies?
- Didi Pickles: No. "Cold and Oldies". It's a store that sells frozen yogurt and antiques.
- Grandpa Lou Pickles: Antiques. Heh. In my day, we had no use for antiques.
- Didi Pickles: But, Pop, I thought in *your* day, there *were* no antiques.
- [giggles]
- Grandpa Lou Pickles: Very funny.
- Prudence the Junk Food Kid: How old are you?
- Tommy Pickles: One.
- Prudence the Junk Food Kid: Well, if you wanna live to be one and a half, you'd better get!
- Charles 'Chuckie' Finster, Jr.: [after the Junk Food Kid hits him with her chocolate bar, leaving an imprint in his face] AAAH! I've been branded!
- Didi Pickles: You know that's a genuine Louis XIX looking glass? It's French! Could you help me carry the rest of this stuff in?
- Grandpa Lou Pickles: You mean there's more?
- [reading a sticker on the side of the mirror]
- Grandpa Lou Pickles: "Made in Taiwan"? Ha! I didn't know Taiwan was in France.
- Grandpa Lou Pickles: [looking at a box labeled "Mystery Box $15.00"] Fifteen dollars? You spent fifteen dollars on a box of junk and you don't even know what's inside?
- Didi Pickles: Well, they did throw in a free pint of avocado swirl.
- Belinda: That Tommy, he's not like other babies.
- Charles 'Chuckie' Finster, Jr.: Nope. I didn't meet Tommy 'til he was eight days old. I don't know what happened to him during those first eight days, but he sure don't like to see people get pushed around.
- Belinda: [watching Tommy stand up to the Junk Food Kid] I can't look!
- Charles 'Chuckie' Finster, Jr.: Aw, this is nuthin'. He's been in worse trouble than this. Once he got his tongue stuck to an ice cube.
- Belinda: Wow!
- Prudence the Junk Food Kid: I thought I told you not to show your sorry hide around my playground!
- Tommy Pickles: I'm not sorry, I won't hide, and this isn't your playground anymore!
- Charles 'Chuckie' Finster, Jr.: Well, looks like everthing's back to regular here.
- Tommy Pickles: Yep. I reckon it's time for me to go.
- Belinda: Go? You *can't* go!
- Tommy Pickles: *Gotta* go. Sometimes a fella's just gotta be movin' on.
- Belinda: Movin' on?
- Tommy Pickles: Yup. I'm headin' home to have myself a juice, snuggle with my blankie and go nap-nap.
- Belinda: Will you ever come back?
- Tommy Pickles: Could be.
- Belinda: But when, Tommy, when?
- Tommy Pickles: [happily] I dunno. Maybe tomorrow.
- [tips his hat and leaves]
- Belinda: That Tommy is one tough omelette.
- Tommy Pickles: [Armed with a popsicle stick, against the Junk food kid, who is blowing a huge bubble with her gum] One more blow and I'll pop it to pieces!
- Prudence the Junk Food Kid: [Prudence points her chocolate bar at Belinda] I thought you were smart enough to stay away when I came around, but I guess with all that curly hair on your head, there's no room for any brains!
- Prudence the Junk Food Kid: [after Tommy, Chuckie, and Belinda don't move] What are you waitin' for?
- Tommy Pickles: We're waiting for you to take your foot out of our bucket, so we can keep playing!
- Tommy Pickles: [very shocked after Prudence, who no longer is the bully, unexpectedly returns to the playground eating carrot sticks, with her hair cut shorter due to the gum damage] Hey kid, what'd you eating?
- Prudence the Junk Food Kid: Carrot sticks. Anybody want one?