- [Tommy and Chuckie ride Spike and they clear a table]
- Chuckie Finster: Duck!
- Tommy Pickles: No, Chuckie, we *got* under the table.
- Chuckie Finster: No, the *other* kind of duck!
- [angry ducks appear]
- [Tommy sees a wig for the first time]
- Tommy Pickles: [gasps] Chuckie, let me see something.
- Chuckie Finster: Tommy!
- [holds onto his hair]
- Chuckie Finster: Forget about it!
- Stu Pickles: [after Tommy draws on the walls] Oh, brother.
- Dr. Lepetomaine: Is there something bothering you, Mr. Pickles?
- Stu Pickles: Yeah, there's something bothering me. I don't think there's any reason for us to be here. I have no idea what Didi's talking about, and all you do is just sit there and say "I see".
- Dr. Lepetomaine: I see?
- Stu Pickles: Tell me something. Is there an emergency exit or is this door the only way out?
- [Lou eats Jell-O]
- Didi Pickles: *Grandpa*!
- [Lou spits it out]
- Didi Pickles: Are you eating Jell-O without your teeth *again*? I insist you put them back right this minute, please!
- Lou Pickles: OK, OK, Didi! They're just behind this bowl of salad.
- [drops his Jell-O]
- Lou Pickles: Hey! Where's my teeth? They were laying here just a minute ago!
- Didi Pickles: Now, let's not panic.
- Lou Pickles: [looks under a bowl] I can't play my trumpet without my teeth!
- Didi Pickles: After all, how far could they have gone?
- [breaks the fourth wall]
- Didi Pickles: Who would *want* them?
- [Stu and Drew approach]
- Drew Pickles: What's going on?
- Didi Pickles: He lost his teeth again!
- Stu Pickles, Drew Pickles: Oh, no!
- Didi Pickles: Now, think for a moment, Pop. What was the last thing you did with your teeth before you lost them?
- Lou Pickles: Well, just took 'em out to have a bite of your salad, and then... Uh-oh.
- [they look at the salad]
- Stu Pickles, Drew Pickles, Didi Pickles: Eww!
- [a soldier looks into the salad, which bubbles, covers his mouth and runs away gagging; Stu rolls up his right sleeve, closes his eyes and dips his hand in]
- [first lines; Lou plays a trumpet; Tommy and Chuckie watch from their playpen]
- Tommy Pickles: Doesn't Grandpa blow his trumpet good?
- Chuckie Finster: Yeah! He sounds better than a car horn!
- [Lou finishes; everyone applauds]
- Didi Pickles: That was wonderful, Pop!
- Stu Pickles: Yeah, those new dentures sure make the difference.
- Lou Pickles: Yep. Glad I had a new set made. Don't think I could've played my horn with the old pair.
- [adjusts them]
- Lou Pickles: Still feel kinda funny, though. Maybe I'll take 'em out for just a sec so I can partake of some of Didi's famous potato salad.
- [Didi gasps]
- Stu Pickles: Pop, don't!
- Didi Pickles: Remember what happened *last* time you took your teeth out?
- Lou Pickles: Wasn't *my* fault Drew knocked 'em into the spaghetti sauce! In my day, people watched where they lay their elbows!
- Drew Pickles: It was the Jell-O mould, Pop, and *you* knocked 'em in.
- Stu Pickles: [points] Hey, Drew, check it out. That guy brought one of those new gas-powered turbo barbecues!
- Drew Pickles: Really?
- [looks back at Lou]
- Drew Pickles: Just do us all a favour, Pop, and keep 'em in your mouth until you're home!