Chip: Sometime's it's hard to be famous: And talented.
Timmy: And delicious.
Chip: What?
Timmy: Uh, my dad said that.
Chip: What? Dude. How'd we get here so fast?
Timmy: Uh, the power of music?
Chip: Rock on!
Chip: Another day, another wackadoo holding me against my will.
Timmy: I'm sorry you have to spend you birthday with Vicky.
Chip: Oh, that's okay, little pal. You have to spend everyday with her. I'm just here until she snaps or the SWAT team arrives.
Chip: Tuesday is applesauce day.
Timmy: Feel better?
Chip: Yeah. I didn't have to go to the bathroom. But the sound of flushing calms me down.
Chip: The record company pays for everything. I'm broke. But if the fans knew that they might not love me anymore.
Timmy: But neither would Vicky.
Chip: Well, there's that.
Chip: His pants may be sparky, but his teeth are weak.
Chip: I should have told him. I'm a master of Teeth-Fu!
Skip: Now it's my chance to show sparky pants beats shiny teeth anyday, word.
Skip: Yo! Give me back my sparky pants, yo!
Chip: Thanks Timmy! You're the best!
Timmy: Word!
Chip: Don't say that.
