The Missing Link: It's been an honor knowing you, Doc. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: The feeling's mutual, my friend. B.O.B.: I'll see you guys tomorrow, for lunch. The Missing Link: That's right, B.O.B. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: There'll be candy, cake; balloons. B.O.B.: Cake and balloons for lunch? It's gonna be the best day ever! I love you guys!
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News Reporter: Once again, a UFO has landed in America, the only country UFOs ever seem to land in.
The President of the United States: Commander, do something violent.
The President of the United States: Boys, set the terror level at code brown, 'cause I need to change my pants.
B.O.B.: I may not have a brain, gentlemen, but I have an idea.
General W.R. Monger: This place is an X-file, wrapped in a cover-up and deep-fried in a paranoid conspiracy.
General W.R. Monger: Don't think of this as a prison. Think of it as a hotel you never leave because it's locked from the outside.
Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: At least the garbage was free.
Susan Murphy: Wait. Wait, everybody. It's OK. Have some champagne while we're figuring this out.
The Missing Link: Wow, look at you. I know what you're thinking: first day in prison, you want to take down the toughest guy in the yard? Well, I'd like to see you try.
The Missing Link: Don't scare Insectosaurus! He's gonna pee himself, and then we'll all be in trouble.
Advisor Hawk: We need our top scientific minds on this. Get India on the phone.
Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: What my associate is trying to say, is that we all think the new Susan is the cat's me-WOW!
B.O.B.: Oh! My back! Just kidding! I don't have a back! Hahahaha.
The Missing Link: Finally, some action. I'm gonna turn that oversized tin can into a *really* dented oversized tin can.
Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: You can't crush a cockroach! Mwahahaha!
B.O.B.: You want my friend? You're gonna have to go through me!
Computer: 4... 3... 2... 1... Hum, nothing happened, maybe my calcul...
News Reporter: Once again, a UFO has landed in America, the only country UFOs ever seem to land in.
The President of the United States: Boys, set the terror level at code brown, 'cause I need to change my pants.
The President of the United States: Commander, do something violent.
B.O.B.: I may not have a brain, gentlemen, but I have an idea.
General W.R. Monger: Don't think of this as a prison. Think of it as a hotel you never leave because it's locked from the outside.
General W.R. Monger: This place is an X-file, wrapped in a cover-up and deep-fried in a paranoid conspiracy.
Susan Murphy: Wait. Wait, everybody. It's OK. Have some champagne while we're figuring this out.
The Missing Link: Don't scare Insectosaurus! He's gonna pee himself, and then we'll all be in trouble.
Advisor Hawk: We need our top scientific minds on this. Get India on the phone.
Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: Might we ask for your name, madam? Susan Murphy: Susan. B.O.B.: No, we mean like your monster name. You know, what do people scream when they see you coming? Like "Look out! Here comes...?" Susan Murphy: Susan. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: Really? B.O.B.: SUUUUSSAAANN! Ooh, I just scared myself! That is scary!
B.O.B.: Goodbye, Derek! Good luck getting over me. Susan Murphy: Uh, B.O.B.? It's me he's never gonna get over. B.O.B.: Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait, wait, wait. You were dating Derek too? That two-timing jerk!
Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: Forgive him, but as you can see, he has no brain. B.O.B.: Turns out, you don't need one. Totally overrated! As a matter of fact, I don't even... B.O.B.: I forgot how to breathe! Don't know how to breathe! Help me, Doctor Cockroach! Help! Help! Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: Suck in, B.O.B. B.O.B.: Thanks, Doc. You're a life saver.
Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: Ah, Susan. You wouldn't happen to have any uranium on you? Just need a smidge. General W.R. Monger: Rescind Dr. Cockroach's toybox privileges, immediately.
B.O.B.: Wow! Would you look at the size of that... Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: Foot! B.O.B.: I got him you guys! I go... B.O.B.: Don't worry, I won't let go! I'm wearing him dow... B.O.B.: Please tell me he's slowing down!
Computer: Your busted, tired dance moves are no match for my security protocols. Susan Murphy: We can't hold them off much longer! Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: There's one thing you don't know about me, my dear. My PhD is in... dance!
Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: They called me crazy, but I'll show them. I'll show them all! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! Susan Murphy: Doctor, I'd prefer you didn't do your mad scientist laugh while I'm hooked up to this machine. The Missing Link: You're right, Insecto. You've been letting that quack experiment on you for over a month. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: I'm not a quack, I'm a mad scientist. There's a difference. Susan Murphy: Guys, what choice do I have? If he can make me normal, or even six-foot-eight, I can get out of here, get back to the life I'm supposed to have. I mean, I should be in... The Missing Link: Let me guess, Fresno? Susan Murphy: Well, Fresno is just a stepping stone. Next stop, Milwaukee, and then New York and then some day hopefully... The Missing Link: Yeah, we know. Paris. Susan Murphy: Throw the switch, Doctor. But-but don't do the laugh. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: Now, you're going to feel a slight pinch in the brain. Mwa-ha-ha... Sorry. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: Susan! Yoo-hoo! Susan Murphy: Am I small again? Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: I'm afraid not, my dear. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: In fact, you may actually have grown a couple of feet.
Derek Dietl: Wow. You're glowing. Susan Murphy: Thank you. Derek Dietl: No. No, Susan, you're, like, really glowing. You're green!
The President of the United States: So that's how you want to play it? Eat lead, alien robot! The President of the United States: Evidently they eat lead. Secret Service Man #2: Get him on the chopper! The President of the United States: I'm brave! I am a brave president!
Susan Murphy: I can't believe it! Soon I'll be back in Derek's arms... or... he'll be in mine. The Missing Link: Ahh I can't wait for spring break back at Cocoa Beach just... freakin' everybody out. B.O.B.: And I'll go back to my lab and finally finish my experiments. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: No no, that's me, B.O.B. B.O.B.: Then I'll be a really giant lady. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: That's Susan, B.O.B. B.O.B.: Fine. Then I'll go back to Modesto and be with Derek. The Missing Link: Yeah, that's still Susan B.O.B. B.O.B.: I think I at least deserve a chance to be with Derek!
Susan Murphy: It's okay. They're with me. These are my new friends. B.O.B.: Oh, Derek! I missed you so much! Thinking that we'd someday be together again. It's the only thing that got me through prison. I love you! I love this man! Susan Murphy: No, B.O.B.! That's my mother! You're suffocating her! Carl Murphy: Honey, are you all right? Wendy Murphy: I taste ham. Susan Murphy: Sorry Mom. He's just a hugger.
The Missing Link: It's been an honor knowing you, Doc. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: The feeling's mutual, my friend. B.O.B.: I'll see you guys tomorrow, for lunch. The Missing Link: That's right, B.O.B. Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: There'll be candy, cake; balloons. B.O.B.: Cake and balloons for lunch? It's gonna be the best day ever! I love you guys!
General W.R. Monger: We, er, had the prison psychologist redecorate your cell, try to keep you all calm like. Susan Murphy: But I don't want a poster. I want a real kitten, hanging from a real tree. I want to go home. General W.R. Monger: Oh. come on, little Debbie, please don't cry, it makes my knees hurt.
Susan Murphy: B.O.B.! B.O.B.: What? Susan Murphy: Help me! B.O.B.: Sorry, I was just staring at this bird over there.
The Missing Link: Do you have any... The Missing Link: Threes? B.O.B.: Yes! I do! How are you doing this? You're the luckiest guy I know! The Missing Link: Luck ain't got nothin' to do with it.
Wendy Murphy: Susan, where have you been? Susan Murphy: I think I just got hit by a meteorite. Wendy Murphy: Oh, Susan. Every bride feels that way on her wedding day.
B.O.B.: Hi. I'm benzoate ostylezene bicarbonate. Or you can call me B.O.B, whichever is easier. Did I come on too strong? I'm sorry. I'm a little rusty. I mean, I've be... I've been in prison my whole life. Why'd I mention prison? B.O.B.: Oh, I didn't mean to scare you. Uh, I'm just gonna go. Ugh, I feel so stupid.
Technician Ben: Hey, Jerry, you might wanna check this one out. Palomar just picked it up. Looks like some type of UFO, and it's heading this way. Technician Jerry: How many times do I have to tell you this? UFOs don't exist. And we're never gonna see... Technician Ben: Wow, it's energy signature is massive. Technician Jerry: Holy Cheez-its! What do we do? No one ever told us what to do! The only reason I took the job is 'cause you never have to do anything! Technician Ben: Jerry, stop it! We calculate its impact point. Looks like... Modesto, California. Technician Jerry: Supernova, this is Red Dwarf. We actually have one. Code Nimoy. I repeat, Code Nimoy!
B.O.B.: I think he sees us. B.O.B.: Hey! Hi! How you doing! Welcome! We are here to destroy you!
General W.R. Monger: Woo-whee! Now, that's a robot! Susan Murphy: It's huge. General W.R. Monger: Try not to damage it too much, monsters. I might want to bring it back to the farm. Susan Murphy: No, no, no, no, wait! You didn't say anything about it being huge!
