My Life as a Teenage Robot

Mrs. Wakeman:
Earrings? I designed a state-of-the-art, crime-fighting robot, not some simple mannequin to hang with googols and gimcrackery!

Mrs. Wakeman:
[dressed as a ninja] Uhh! How do those young Asian men breathe in those things?

Jenny:
I can't breathe!

Mrs. Wakeman:
You don't breathe, dear.

Jenny:
I'll never join the Cluster!

Jenny:
After all the bad stuff I said...

XJ8:
That's what sisters are for.

XJ6:
Oil is thicker than water.

XJ4:
But so much harder to get out of a carpet.

XJ5:
A few harsh words aren't going to break up the XJs.

Mad Hammer Brother #2:
I still can't see why we can't blow up the roller rink.

Mad Hammer Brother #1:
Because everyone's here, Spaz.

Mad Hammer Brother #2:
You're the Spaz.

Mad Hammer Brother #1:
No, you are.

Mad Hammer Brother #2:
You stink like a monkey butt.

Mad Hammer Brother #1:
*You* stink like an elephant butt.

Mad Hammer Brother #2:
*You* stink like a Spaz butt.

Jenny:
I hate to "Butt" in, but I think it's time for this to end.

Mad Hammer Brothers:
You're too late, Spazbot!

Brad:
How am I supposed to LEARN if I'm not PERMITTED to? But try explaining that to my dad.

[Brad is at the wheel of a UFO]

Tuck:
What are you doing? You could get us killed, or vaporized, or grounded!

[the UFO takes off]

Tuck:
Or get us UNgrounded.

Teacher:
Class, this is neither the time or the place. Please wait until after class to ridicule Jenny about her boyfriend.

Jenny:
2.75 seconds into the new school year, and I'm already a laughingstock.

Male Receptionist:
Oh, boy. Where to begin... where to begin? First of all, fatty, I'm not bowing down to anyone. Second of all, unless you're here for a supermodel audition you're not seeing anyone's master. Third of all, shoo.

[about Jenny's goofy eyes]

Mrs. Wakeman:
I don't think you look dweeb I think you look very p-hat!

Jenny:
It's pronounced "fat" mother.

Brad:
Hey... what're you doing?

Jenny:
[slamming her stomach container shut] Nothing!

Brad:
No, I mean your pigtails. They're... freakin' out.

Brad:
There is NOTHING wrong with a boy wearing cover-up.

Jenny:
Sheldon, will you turn the nob on my back, please?

Sheldon Lee:
YES!

Sheldon Lee:
Jenny, my love!

Tuck:
Hello Mrs. Wakeman... [Jenny gives into Tucks demands not to mention the party] I just called to say, I love you.

Mrs. Wakeman:
[over the phone] Excuse me?

Mrs. Wakeman:
[about Jenny] That young lady is in serious trouble... even more trouble if I don't find her first!

Lieutenant:
[sarcastically to his men as they fly in the rain] It's a beautiful night. Why don't we take the convertable jet... [seeing her at the lake] Dr. Wakeman?

Mrs. Wakeman:
[nervously holding a fishing pole] You know they're just not biting tonight.

Mrs. Wakeman:
[exasperated] Sneaking out, over-turning vehicles, emptying the lake, and freeing animals at the zoo!

Jenny:
I'm, glad you were there to help me, mom.

Mrs. Wakeman:
[suddenly calm] Yes, well...

Jenny:
And it was great the way you shook off Skyway Patrol for me.

Mrs. Wakeman:
I suppose so.

Jenny:
And you don't think I'm a freak, do you?

Mrs. Wakeman:
No, I don't... I just think you're grounded for two weeks!

[after Jenny frees the robots from Wizzly World and a robot loses its head]

Brad:
Is this what you meant by "reaching their potential"? Because *that* guy can't even reach his head!

Brit Krust:
I never get tired of the lime light. Do you, Tiff?

Tiff Krust:
Can't say that I do, girl.

Brit Krust:
I must say I'm impressed. You've taken yesterday's fashion disaster and turned it into today's fashion catastrophy!

XJ9 a.k.a. 'Jenny':
Oh this old thing? I just wear this so I don't freak the locals.

Tuck:
Well, boys. It looks like we got ourselves a down and dirty fashion war.

Brit Krust:
[charging up to Jenny with Tiff] These gown are Jean-Phillipe originals. They haven't even debuted in Paris. At this moment it is impossible to be more fashionable than us!

XJ9 a.k.a. 'Jenny':
Oh, looks like Jean-Phillipe is repeating himself. I think I saw those potato sacks in the second-hand store last year.

Tiff Krust:
[about their shredded outfits] Girlfriend, I hate to admit it but our goose is done well cooked! There ain't no way to win against that funkadelic fashion freak. What ever we do, her version is bigger AND better.

Brit Krust:
Bigger is not always better.

Brit Krust:
[laughing about Jenny's failed transformation] Poor thing. Didn't she ever learn not to mix polka-dots and gun-powder.

XJ9 a.k.a. 'Jenny':
Being up on the latest trends is useless unless you can fit the look! And right now the look is thin.

Sheldon Lee:
But removing your weapons system? Are you sure that's such a good idea?

Brad:
Yeah, Jen. It sounds pretty risky.

XJ9 a.k.a. 'Jenny':
[very determined] I don't care! It's better to be fashionable than functional. I want a slim-down look that will make Brit and Tiff look like stuffed sausages. Take it out! Take it all out!

Tuck:
Are we done yet?

Brad:
Tuck, you're too young to be handling weaponry.

Sheldon Lee:
[to Jenny] That's all I can remove without compromising your structural integrity.

XJ9 a.k.a. 'Jenny':
I simply must give props to my design team.

XJ9 a.k.a. 'Jenny':
[about the weapons being gone] There's nothing left?

Brad:
Pretty much.

Sheldon Lee:
I believe your exact words were, "It's better to be fashional than functional."

Brit Krust:
Now she has fashion growing out of her floppy drive? How're we supposed to compete with that?

Tiff Krust:
Don't fret, Tiff. We've been the fashion divas of this school for too long.