Grandma: I'm making you a nutritious breakfast!
Napoleon: Breakfast? For me? Why?
Grandma: 'Cause you're the new bed racing champion in the house!
Napoleon: Don't worry Grandma, you'll win again next year.
Grandma: Oh no, my racing days are over. You and Rico showed me that yesterday.
Napoleon: We did?
Grandma: Yeah, I gotta start acting my age! I mean my freaking name is Grandma! (takes apron off)
Napoleon: What the heck are you wearing?
Grandma: It's called a dress! I thought I'd give it a try. What do you think?
Napoleon: You look like a sissy!
Grandma: Good morning, sunshine!
Napoleon: Grandma! That table's on fire!
Grandma: That's a stove!
Napoleon: (after Kip throws teddy bear at his face) Ow! That had a battery in it, jerk!
Rico: Hi Napoleon, it's aerodynamic and snug in all the right places.
Napoleon: Gross! You look like a garbage bag full of chicken wings!
Kip: Grandma and I smoke you guys every year.
Napoleon: Your bed is the easiest to push, Kip! You're the smallest man who ever lived. You only weight like forty pounds!
Kip: Napoleon, you were born a loser, you'll die a loser, and I will do interpretive funk jazz on your grave.
Rico: That Art Doodle, I could watch him read the phonebook!
Napoleon: I hate this show! They have no chemistry at all!
Kip: You don't need chemistry when you're a babe like Jenna Cock-A.