Beyblade

Dizzi: (After Amphilyon falls to the ground) Whoa. Now that's what I call falling on hard times!

Max: His plan's really working! Ray: Just keep it up, Tyson, and pretty soon those bit beast heads won't even know which way is up! Kenny: Tyson gives us enough headaches. I'm just glad to see that he can dish them out to others, too! Dizzi: Headbutts aren't pretty, especially when you give 'em to yourself!

Max: Take him down, Tyson! Kenny: You can do it, buddy! Max: Chief said if you win, he'll take us out for a round of ice cold gelato! Kenny: Max! I like Italian ice cream as much as anyone, but I never said I'd pay! Dizzi: Tsk. Tsk. So cheap.

Kenny: Fellas, it's been a long, full work-day for us, but we can't tweak Tyson's beyblade any furthur without testing it. So, do the honors. Tyson: Oh, you bet I will. Kenny: If our improvements to the gear spin ration don't work, then I'll eat my glasses.

Dizzi: I can't eat pizza. What do I get? Kenny: A bag of computer chips?

Ray: Unfortunately, no matter how much you encourage Dragoon, he'll never grow a second head. Dizzi: Good thing, too. His haircut bill would be huge!

Dizzi: As a bit beast myself, I know Amphilyon's two heads are trouble. When he talks to himself, he literally talks to himself!

Kenny: Tyson! I've been looking all over for you. Tyson: I needed some air, Chief. I just can't get to sleep. What about you? What are you doing up? Kenny: Oh, I can't stop thinking about the battle you lost yesterday. Tyson: Ha. Funny. That's the same reason I can't sleep. I have to find out what I did wrong. Kenny: Hey, I'd love to help point out all your flaws. Tyson: I bet you would. Just keep your criticism to my beyblading and away from my eating habits, all right? Ray: But there's so much about you to criticize.