All Grown Up!

Pangborn: I don't know what kind of dirty words you're pedaling, but I won't have it in my school! Dil: It's not dirty. It's Dilginese. Pangborn: "Dilginese"? What in Harry's hat is "Dilginese"? Dil: A language I made up, sir. Pangborn: That's just plain stupid. Who makes up a language no one else can understand? Dil: If a cleristeral falls in the prandish, does it still marplunk a player? Pangborn: Huh? That's it! You just got detention, mister, for a whole week!

Phil: There she blows…

Harold: Please go out with me! I'll buy you a smoothie! Angelica: Let's see… NO! Harold: Okay, I'll go get you that smoothie now.

Susie: What do you see in her? Harold: A girl playing hard to get!

Harold: Please, please go out with me! I'll resole your shoes.

Harold: Nose blowing wind players always get the best girls!

Susie: Avoid all spitting words! Harold: That's brilliant, Sus- I mean, you're remarkable, Carmichael girl.

Susie: Harold, you're gonna walk out of this room a dude with a 'tude. Harold: Goodie! What do I do first? Susie: Well, you can start by exing words like "goodie." "Goodie" ain't cool. Harold: Oopsie. Susie: Not cool. Harold: Okeydokey, artichokey. (Susie sighs)

Angelica: Do you talk so much on your cell phone that you need someone to hold it for you? No! I do! Are you so lazy that you need someone to make your bed while you're still in it?! No! I do! Are you so snob you need someone to tell you you're pretty everyday? No! I am! So don't you say I don't deserve a Harold, You're not as half as sloppy, lazy, and insecure as I am! Susie: You got that right… But you don't deserve a Harold.

Lil: I hate to be the girl in here, but it won't work.

Shelly (Ms. O'Keats): That's beautiful! What does it mean? Dil: I love you! I know it's kinda long, but it is an evolving language.

Tommy: Does your stage have a pirate that talks and shoots real confetti? Future Engineers Club Member: It talks and shoots confetti? Dil: As long as my mom won't miss her electronic secretary… Or her car's battery.

Harold: Here is my room! It always smells like onions around here, I don't know why.

Lil: O'Keats and Pangborn were, like, together? Dil: Oh, yeah. Everyone: Eww! Gross!

Dil: What are you holding? Pangborn: A lute! (Dil laughs) Pangborn: What's so funny? Dil: A lute in Dilganese means… Never mind.

Dil: I broke my mom's blender! Phil: It can make smoothies, too?

Susie: You're enrolled for Susie Carmichael's School of Drool!