Ed, Edd n Eddy

Eddy: (Kicks Jonny from in front of Rolf into the cardboard cut-out castle) Bald badgers. Real problem in this village.

Eddy: (Splashing around in the "bowl of cereal") Woo hoo! It's a wish come true, huh Ed? Ed: (Spits tennis ball at Eddy) I wish I wish I was a fish!

(Rolf has lost the race with the kids in the culdesac. He ends up in front of the three Eds, who are trying to free Ed's head from the mailbox.) All Three Eds: Hello, Rolf! Rolf: (Sighs; sadly) Hello, Ed boys. Edd: If we had some grease, we could slide Ed out! Eddy: Where the heck are we gonna get find...hey Rolf! Could you spare a cup of fat? (Lets go of Ed. Ed crashes into Edd.)

Eddy:(after seeing Rolf down) A transatlantic flight! Got the plan all up here! Ed: And I'll fly the plane! Edd: Let me salvage what's left of this plot. Eddy: Whatever. But if it works, it was my idea.

Eddy: (About Ed) Check out Barishna Cough-drop here!

Rolf: Rolf's keister grows cold. Eddy: Rolf's what? Rolf: I grow tired of this-this-this cold cement, (pointing at powerlines) this twisted steel of industry, (pointing at the playground) these confusing leisure delights, (pointing at Ed stuck with his head stuck in a mailbox) and your ill-at-ease customs!

Eddy: (pointing to his head) I got the plan all up here!
Ed: And I'll fly the plane!

Double-D: You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat! Ooh wrong analogy. We were just trying to share your cultural heritage! Rolf: Oh, is this so? Let Rolf teach you then. (Starts to play That's My Horse) Eddy: Come on Double-D! Rolf wants to celebrate! Check out Baryishna Cough-drop here! Ed: That's my horse! (Hits Eddy, flings him and walks up to Double-D) Double-D: IT'S YOUR HORSE, IT'S YOUR HORSE! Ed: Nuh uh uh. Like this, Double-D! (Grabs Double-D's hand and slaps himself) Double-D: Ok Ed! It's my horse! Ed: NO WAY, IT'S MY HORSE!

Eddy: Just make your wish and take a big whiff of the stench of destiny! Double-D: He doesn't have to smell the...

Rolf: (Holding two socks) What is the word of these two eels? Double-D: (As fish monger's wife) Well, let's see...How about 3 oranges? Rolf: I will give you...two chickens. Eddy: (As fish monger) CHICKENS?! Ed: (as village idiot) Take the chickens! Double-D: Sounds fair, thank you. Rolf: What? Do you not want 4 chickens? Double-D: I'll be happy to take 4. 4 chickens it is. Rolf: I said 2! Double-D: 3 chickens and a rubber band? Rolf: 2 chickens!!!

Rolf: May Rolf speak to the shoe?

Eddy: That's a mighty fine hole you've dug there. Rolf: Do you like it? Eddy: This village requires a hole-digging permit, so unless you buy one, I'm gonna have to hit you with one of these rocks! Rolf: (Covering Eddy's mouth) Shh! Kash-mash-neh-mika-horgen. La-mousle-la-ka-ka-schmitagorgen! Eddy: What?

Rolf: Feast your eyes on Rolf's hot-shot wagon! Very spicy, yes? Kevin: (Stifling laughter) I've got heartburn...

Rolf: Your kitchenware is larger than papa's nasal wart... but how can this be?

Edd: Rolf's frustrated, Eddy. How difficult it must be to adapt to a new way of life, to put aside handed down beliefs and be pulled between two cultures. Ed: (who somehow managed to get his head out of the mailbox) Rolf's homesick, Eddy. Eddy: Where'd you come from? Ed: Blame my parents, Eddy.