Brandy: I'm sorry Ed, forgive and forget?
Ed: Well, Miss Brandy, one nice thing about having slick fur is that offenses like that just slide right off.
Brandy: Oui Oui.
Mr. Whiskers: (needing to use the bathroom) Wee Wee?!
Brandy: Oh, that is French for yes.
Mr. Whiskers: We may win, Brandy, but I fear the cost is your soul.
Brandy: Oh, who cares about a soul, we are going to win!
Mr. Whiskers: (to Brandy) Did you know Ed could play like that, because if you did, it was really stupid for you to trade him to Gaspar.
Mr. Whiskers: Here, I draw my line in the sand (takes out a stick and draws a line on the ground) ...ooh! And a happy face, and a magical puppy dog with lazer beam eyes!