Johnny: Well, Ginger Sprite, it is my duty and privilege to present you with this medal for world record flying.
Johnny: Thank you. Wow, these fuzzies think of everything.
Johnny: The Sprites and I are looking at a book of world records. A world record is something that's never been done before.
Johnny: You know, it's really important to always listen to what everyone has to say. Just because someone's little doesn't mean he or she is wrong.
Johnny: Basil! Ginger! Lily! Root! Let me in!
Basil: It knows our names. Don't listen. Don't listen. It might be able to tickle us through our ears.
Root: It's cocoa! Nonny's here! Nonny's here!
Basil, Ginger and Lily: Shh shh shh.
Johnny: Huh? Where's my key? Oh, I guess I dropped it. Oh, that's okay. I bet the Sprites are inside, waiting for me to make them cocoa. Hmm. I'll just ring the doorbell and see. (He does so.)
Ginger: Oh! Oh! The tickle troll!
Ginger: You know, this is just the kind of night that trolls love -- especially the tickle troll.
Gwen: (to Johnny, who is decked out in rain gear) You look funny. Almost like some kind of troll.