Lina: Thank you.
Kripke: Oh, you're very welcome. [they hug]
Xena: Mm. [giggles] So happy.
Kripke: Oh. We aim to pwease. [to Lumpa] Hey. [chuckles] Nice work in there.
Lumpa: You too.
Kripke: [to Karni] And you... [chuckles] You are getting a... a hand-written thank-you note. Come on. [they hug] [grunts] I could kill for a protein shake.

Kripke: Why don't you just steaw it?
Stuart: You see the size of that guy?
Kripke: So what? These people don't hit. They don't fight. It's like you had a TV show called Land of the Pussies.
Denise: You're horrible.
Kripke: You know what I say to that, Denise? I say... [bubbling fart] Was that cwear enough, or should I wepeat myself?

Simpa: Mine.
[Simpa picks up Chana and carries her away]
Bert: Huh? [yelps] No, wait. Come back! No! No!
Kripke: Forget it, Bert. It's Chana-Town. Get it?

Stuart: What are you doing?
Denise: What?
Stuart: You're eating my ficus.
Denise: Oh, look at that. It's really good.
Kripke: Setting aside the fact that "you're eating my ficus" sounds dirty, you're eating his ficus.

Stuart: That's ridiculous. How could we be descended from... [gags, belches] [chews] ...cows?
Kripke: All wight. This universe is stupid. Push that button and let's get- [gags, belches] [chews] Yum!

Bert: You know what you're doing?
Kripke: I am a world-wenowned physicist. I am perfectly capable of traversing interdimensional wealities.

Kripke: Bert, stop screaming!
Bert: But we're falling to our death!
Kripke: Do you see a bottom?
Bert: No.
Kripke: What's that tell you?
Bert: We're falling to our death eventually.
Kripke: Or not.
Bert: So, now what?
Kripke: I don't know. Let's think it through. [whooshing continues]
Bert: Anything?
Kripke: Nope.
Bert: So, back to screaming?
Kripke: Yeah, I guess so. [both screaming]

Bert: Push the button! Get us out of here!
Kripke: Oh, right, yeah. [button clicks] [device creaks, beeps] [whooshing] [button clicks] [device creaks, beeps] Shit!
Bert: It didn't work.
Kripke: I know. Hence "Shit."

Stuart: [thinking] Everything looks normal.
Denise: [thinking] What'd you say?
Stuart: I said it looks normal.
Denise: Your mouth isn't moving.
Stuart: Neither is yours.
Bert: [thinking] I think we're hearing each other's thoughts.
Kripke: [thinking] That's gonna be a big pwoblem for me.
Stuart: [out loud] Why?
Kripke: [out loud] Why what?
Stuart: Why is it gonna be a big problem?
Kripke: [thinking] My mother bathed me till I was 12. [out loud] Damn it!

Kripke: I see what to do here. We can jewwy-wig something out of a satewwite controwwer.
Stuart: Mm. Where do we find a satellite controller?
Kripke: That's easy. Engineering department at Caltech.
Stuart: Great, then that's where we're going.
Kripke: [thinking] "Great, and that's where we're going."
Stuart: Real mature.
Kripke: [still thinking] "Weal mature."
Stuart: [thinking] Asshole.

Kripke: [thinking] Man. I'd wike to take her home, wip her cwothes off and finish prematurely, then cwy wike a baby when she gets in a cab and weaves.
Denise: Ew.

Kripke: How wong are we gonna keep doing this? There is no trickewy in a world with tewepathy.
Denise: There's gotta be a way.
Kripke: Bert, think of a card.
Bert: [thinking] Three of Clubs.
Kripke: Thwee of Cwubs.
Bert: [out loud] Let me try again. [thinking] Jack of Hearts?
Stuart: Bert, stop.

Denise: Obviously, we need to find a way to shield our thoughts.
Stuart: Like Magneto's helmet.
Kripke: [thinking] Oh my God, more of your comic book shit. Somebody kill me.
Stuart: [thinking] Oh, I'd love to.
Denise: [thinking] I wish I could.
Bert: [thinking] I'll hold him down.
Kripke: [out loud] Wow. Very nice. Shame on you.

Kripke: Engineering wab should be down this hall.
Denise: You have any idea what we're looking for?
Kripke: Your basic variable impedance controwwer circuit. [thinking] I am so full of shit.

Kripke: All wight, all wight. Before we go any further, I just want to point out, you, sir, are one handsome bwoke.
Lab Coat Kripke: Right back at you.

[The confrontation between the original group and the Lab Coat group is interrupted by the arrival of a third interdimensional bubble. Stuart, Denise, Bert and Kripke run out wearing army uniforms with Army Stuart carrying his own quantum device.]
Army Stuart: Get the device.
[Army Kripke approaches Lab Coat Kripke and tussles for the device.]
Army Kripke: Don't make this difficult.
[Lab Coat Kripke lets Army Kripke take the device]
Lab Coat Stuart: What did you do?
Lab Coat Kripke: I'm not gonna mess with that guy? [grunts]

Stuart: Kripke, what are you doing?
Kripke: Checking out my horse business. Ah! Impwessive, wight?

Sergeant: For Lieutenant Gary! Follow me!
[As the sergeant goes to climb the ladder, Kripke pulls out his gun and shoots him]
Stuart: Oh my God, what did you do?
Kripke: Oh, I shot him in the back so we don't have to die. How is that not cwear?

Denise: Stuart, I love you.
Bert: It's me, but I'll pass it down. Stuart, I love you.
Kripke: It's me.
Bert: Pass it down.
Kripke: Stuart.
Stuart: Yeah?
Kripke: Bert woves you.

[comic book cover:]
Kripke: Still waiting on a plan, Stuart.
Stuart: I got a plan. You want to hear my plan? Bite me.
Bert: Come on, guys.
Denise: More importantly, who trapped us here and how?
Stuart: I'm guessing it's whoever put me in that insane asylum.
Kripke: Can we please chat about this when I'm able to reach down and scratch my balls?