- Susie Carmichael: Hey, guys. Hey Chuckie; great balloon? Where'd you get it?
- Chuckie Finster: The Dentist.
- Susie Carmichael: Why'd they give you a balloon?
- Chuckie Finster: After what they do to your teeth, it's the least they can do.
- Lil DeVille: [after Cynthia falls back to earth from the balloon] How did that happen, Phil?
- Chuckie Finster: It's a Miracle!
- Phil DeVille: Or a low-flying plane.
- Phil DeVille: [the babies panic after Susie's trike goes missing] Call the police!
- Lil DeVille: Call the army!
- Chuckie Finster: Call me when it's over!
- Lil DeVille: [after Angelica is accused of stealing Susie's Trike] Make her pay through the nose!
- Chuckie Finster: I put a penny up my nose once.
- Tommy Pickles: I think we all learned a lesson today.
- Chuckie Finster: Yeah. Never let Susie borrow your balloon.
- ["Rhinoceritis!"; last lines; Drew finishes Stu and Didi's taxes]
- Stu Pickles: OK, a few dollars at the end of the year. How bad can it be?
- Drew Pickles: 320 dollars.
- Stu Pickles: Pff!
- Drew Pickles: Oh, wait, I'm sorry, I had the decimal wrong. It comes to 32,000.
- Stu Pickles: 32 *thousand*?
- Drew Pickles: Don't worry, Stu. A smart kid like Tommy doesn't need to go to college.
- [Stu cries and yanks his hair; Drew goes out to the backyard; Tommy, Chuckie, Phil and Lil play with a ball; Angelica is on her hands and knees, eating grass]
- Drew Pickles: Angelica, are you eating *grass*?
- Angelica Pickles: Careful, Daddy. The rhinoceros is known to charge at random.
- [eats more grass; fade to black; end credits]
- Drew Pickles: I don't get it, Stu. You've kept shopping lists, candy wrappers, and... what appears to be a bag of mouldy French fries.
- Stu Pickles: I always keep a record of everything I buy.
- Drew Pickles: [with a fake smile] Oh, that's nice.
- [loses his temper]
- Drew Pickles: Why didn't you just keep the *sales receipts*?
- Susie Carmichael: [after finding evidence against Angelica in the trike theft] That's the final nail in the coffee!
- Angelica Pickles: Yep, I guess I'm the best doctor in the whole world.
- Chuckie Finster: I don't know. Your dad seemed kinda mad.
- Angelica Pickles: That's 'cause he's threatened by working women!
- [Didi and Drew sit at the kitchen table; Drew is sorting papers]
- Drew Pickles: Not deductable, not deductable, deductable, not deductable, eh-- Ooh! *Definitely* not deductable. You see, Didi, organisation is the key to proper tax preparation.
- [Spike, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, runs into the kitchen and crashes into the table, knocking Drew down and scattering the papers all over the floor; Drew has a calculator on his head]
- Drew Pickles: ANGELICA!
- Angelica Pickles: I didn't do it!
- Stu Pickles: [peeks into the kitchen] Ah, good. I was worried you were gonna mess up my system.