Director: Places, everyone!
Squiddly: The only place for me is my private tank of water!
Squiddly: How did Floyd Ridges get in here? Boy, they sure have some sneaky writers on this show.
Director: What realism!
Squiddly: If it was any more real, I'd be finished!
Squiddly: I wonder if this is what they mean when they say "tied up with one studio"?
Squiddly: Gee, I don't even have to wait overnight to be an overnight star.
Director: Say, you're a real octopus.
Squiddly: Well, I'm not an aardvark.
Chief: Squiddly! Watch out for that pole!
Squiddly: Yes, Chief?
Chief: Watch out for that pole!
Squiddly: Yeek! (he skates and slams into the pole and is wrapped around it) This never happens to me underwater.
Squiddly: (singing) Oh, give me a home, where the octopi roam, and the whales and the manta rays play. When never is heard, any kind of harsh words...
Chief: What the diddly are you doing out of your tank again.