Neil: So what do we do now?
Norman Babcock: Uhh... I... I - I really don't know.
Courtney: Yes you do, Norman. You've gotta get to that witch's grave.
Norman Babcock: But.
Courtney: But nothing, you listen to me, buster. We didn't turn away when Daleridge High was slaughtering our volleyball team, did we?
Norman Babcock: Yeah, we did.
Courtney: No, we didn't. I have cheered the un-cheerable, Norman. And I'm not letting you give up now.
Perry Babcock: I wish I understood you.
Courtney: I have cheered the uncheerable.
Courtney: Mom, tell the Zombie to stop saying stuff about me.
Grandma: There's nothing wrong with being scared Norman, so long as you don't let it change who you are.
Aggie: I don't want to go to sleep. And you can't make me.
Norman Babcock: I like to be alone.
Neil: So do I! Let's do it together.
Neil: Can you see my dog, Bub? He was hit by an animal rescue van. Tragic and ironic.
Neil: Don't make me throw this hummus... it's spicy.
