Almighty Tallest Red: You will be sent to a planet so mysterious, no one has even heard of it! Almighty Tallest Purple: Right! And those who have heard of it dare not speak its name! Zim: What's its name? Almighty Tallest Purple: Oh, I dare not speak it!
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Rob Hummel
Dib: What about his horrible green head? Zim: INSOLENT SCHOOLBOY! It's a skin condition. Dib: [to class] And he's got no ears! Is that part of your skin condition, Zim? No ears? Zim: Yes.
Gir: [five minutes after eating it, crying] I miss my cupcake.
Zim: Okay Gir, now, which way is home? Gir: It's this way... Or maybe that way. Oh, I don't know. Zim: How can you not know? I just recharged your guidance chip. Gir: Oh, I took it out. Zim: Took what out? Gir: The guidy, chippy, thingy. Zim: Why would you do that? Gir: To make room for the cupcake.…
I was born with webbed fish toes... like some kind of horrible fish boy. Wanna see?
[ZIM's imagination] Reporter: Congratulations on discovering the grotesque space monster! Tell us, how did you know he was an alien? Scientist: Well, we noticed he had no friends.
Zim: Computer, give me all the information you have on the FBI. Computer: The FBI is a government law enforcement agency. Zim: Continue. Computer: Insufficient data. Zim: Insufficient data? Can't you just make an educated guess? Computer: O... kay... Um, founded in 1492 by, uh... demons, the FBI is…
Children, your performance was miserable. Your parents will all receive phone calls instructing them to love you less now.
That hover craft is a joke of engineering and that helmet would never protect your brain from lasers!