The X's

Mr. X:
You dare question the manual? The manual is law. The manual must be obeyed. Do not anger the manual!

Sasquash:
A boy and his dog, the ultimate symbol of man's oppression of animals. Watch now, as Sasquash turns it to poo!

Brandon:
Sorry I'm late uncle Glowface...

Glowface:
Sorry don't cut the bacon!

Truman:
[after Glowface tells his evil plan] Poo head!

Glowface:
You're the poo head, poo head!

Mr. X:
[picking up a tennis ball] Hey, a raccoon egg!

Truman:
[caught Tuesday change outfits, electronically] Hey! We're only allowed to use that new camouflage on missions!

Tuesday:
One more word and Dad find's out what happened to Mrs. Quimby's cat.

Truman:
[snearing] You win this round my friend.

Mrs. X:
[in a video flash back] Why haven't you ever had a slumberparty, Tuesday?

Tuesday:
[uncaring] 'Cause they're stupid.

Tuesday:
[after all the noise the battle is making] Guys, keep it down!

Truman:
[incredulous] You want us to have a quiet space battle?

Truman:
[mean] Yes!

Annasthesia:
[walking in the X's home] Already... I despise you all.

Mrs. X:
[walks into Tuesday's room, dressed in space outfit] Tuesday where's my plasma blaster? [everyone staring, changes into normal clothes] Tuesday where's my plasma blaster?

Tuesday:
[taking out the blasters, with everyone looking at her] It's just a blow dryer.

Skipper:
[grabs the blaster and runs to the bathroom] Oh, good. I need a fluff.

Tuesday:
[trying to stopper Skipper] Wait! That's my mom's blow dryer.

Skipper:
So?

Tuesday:
So, do you want mom hair?

Skipper:
Eww! Take it, take it, take it! [tossing it to Mrs. X's, the blaster fires]

Mrs. X:
[uneasy pause, before leaving] Thanks! Bye!

Mrs. X:
[trying to act like Tuesday] Like, can I have ten thousand dollars for shoes.

Tuesday:
Hey! I don't do that.

Homebase:
The ambassador of Pandrafia is in town to visit the museum of art. Your assignment is to protect him from those who may wish to harm him.

Tuesday:
Like who?

Homebase:
Mmm... practically everyone, he's a real jerk.

Glowface:
[during a fight] I don't like you!

Mrs. X:
Just for that, you won't be able to sign my cast.

Brandon:
[as Tuesday is blurting out codes and definitions] Don't tell me any secrets! Your dad will murder me!

Tuesday:
[after massive battle] Do you think I should cancel my party?

Truman:
What, just because half the house is gone?