Stuart: That's a good question. Are we frozen at the age we are now? No more birthdays?
Denise: Oh, look who's suddenly aware of birthdays. [storms off] [studio audience gasping]
Stuart: Can somebody explain to me what's going on with her?
Bert: You forgot her birthday.
Stuart: That's what this is about? With everything we've got going on, she's upset about her birthday?
Kripke: It does feel superfwuous to the main story. [studio audience laughing]
Bert: Okay, now I, too, am freaking out.

Kripke: Uh, check it out. Your wittle trip to the nuthouse.

Stuart: Now, the instructions that came with the device are a message from whoever's trying to help me.
Kripke: [thinking] Wook at me, PhD from Stanford, and I'm taking orders from a guy who wuns a comic book store.
Stuart: You wanna be in charge, Kripke?
Kripke: [out loud] No, you're doing fine. [thinking] I'll just wait for you to fail, then make fun of you.
Stuart: Thank you. [Kripke nods his head]

Denise: What kind of universe is this?
Kripke: I don't think we made it to another universe. I think we're stuck between universes.
Denise: What exists between universes?
Kripke: Best guess? Sort of an interdimensional taint? Think of it like being stuck between the balls of one universe and the asshole of another.
Denise: You're disgusting!

Stuart: Where the hell are we?
Kyle: Nowhere.
Stuart: What do you mean "nowhere"?
Kyle: You know somewhere?
Stuart: Yeah.
Kyle: This ain't that.

Kripke: Uh, check it out. Your wittle trip to the nuthouse.

Denise: Wait, so we're trapped here forever?
Kyle: Uh, no, no. Forever is a time. We're here always.