Brandy: How would you like it if I told everyone your secrets?
Mr. Whiskers: What secrets?
Brandy: Like, you collect toejam, you're afraid of belly lint, you pass gas in your sleep!
Mr. Whiskers: I pass gas in my sleep? Cool!
Brandy: I'm cutting you off!
Mr. Whiskers: Aw, but Brandy, I crave your anguished ramblings even more so now that they're taboo! The forbidden fruit! The desire of dare not speaketh name!...I also like the way you dot your 'I's with hearts.