Ed, Edd n Eddy

Ed (While running in front of the screen of countries as a Mexican) I'm homesick.

Eddy: Then how do you explain this baguette? I picked it up at a fuel stop in France! And I got this Chinese food in China land!

Kevin: Touch me with that broom and I'll tear off your eyebrow.

Rolf: Now spin them around like a sick goat! Nazz: You sure are Olde Worlde, Rolf!

Eddy: What? Now you're some kind of psychic yardstick?

Ed: (Gazing in awe at the 'rocket car') That's so cool, Double-D! Double-D: Thank you, Ed. Ed: Can we visit the planet of Bacon Men and have the marrow sucked from our bones? Double-D: (Stares for a second) It's just a prop, Ed. Ed: It's too small . Double-D: Small? Please, Ed. It's compact.

Kevin: (In the rocket car) Where's the other dweebs? Eddy: You want to be cramped up with Ed's pits?

Eddy: (After crashing the 'rocket car') What country are we in? Double-D: We're home, Eddy... and we've broken EVERYTHING, but a record... Ed: Can I wear a dress again?

Eddy: (The three Eds are perched atop a bicycle, which is at the top of a confoluted "stunt ramp" filled with obstacles) Is everyone watching? Double-D: Well, duh, Eddy. This contraption only takes up half of the cul-de-sac.

Ed: If only we had a sack of potatoes! Double-D: Potatoes wouldn't aid us in any way, Ed.