Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Season 2

[Episode starts at the Foster's foyer and Madame Foster bursts the doors open and enters, in a very bad mood]

Madame Foster:
[outraged] Simply unbelievable! The stealing and the taking and bribing-the bribing! Oh, that 'bout but the the bone off the spoon! Why, I should have… [sweetly to Wilt] Hello, Wilt. [back to feeling outraged] And I would if I could! But nothing doing, no way, no how. Lousy casserole dish with onions on top! Downright nasty, I say. [kindly to Eduardo] Hola, Eduardo. [outraged again] Haven't the pluck to pluck up my chickens! That's what I call the sauce! [to Coco] Coco, Coco. [outraged again] And now I'm in a bing like a package on moving day! [to Mac and Bloo, kindly] Afternoon, Mac, Bloo. [outraged again] All 'cause of her! Always the same! Massacring what's mine like a Mississippi chainsaw! My green aggie, my lunch pail, my prom date! But this… taking a lady's teammates! Snatching 'em up before the final bell right before the last game-- outrageous! The gall! The gumption! The nerve! That back-scratching, butter neck Jerkins! [drops her bag with the hard thud]

Everyone:
Madame Foster!

Madame Foster:
What?! Oh, my! Was I talking out loud?

Eduardo:
Sí. Very loud.

Madame Foster:
Sorry. I thought those were my inner thoughts. Oops! [chuckles sheepishly] Seems my inner became an outie.

Wilt:
Wow, Madame Foster. I've never seen you so bent out of shape.

Madame Foster:
I know. Usually, I'm so sweet, quirky, and adorable. But, dag nabbit, I'm madder than a wet cat on washing day!

Wilt:
Ooh, that's mad!

Madame Foster:
She's skimming cream off the top, and they're drinking it up like a camel to sand. That Jerkins is a crafty one, literally, flaunting her hand-made doilies this way and that, taking my girls before the final beat. No-good doily-giving bribery!

Mac:
Hold up, Madame Foster. Let me see if I got this. You and this Jerkins lady have had a vicious rivalry ever since you were kids when she stole your lunchbox, and your boyfriend…

Madame Foster:
And my marbles.

Mac:
Clearly. And now, she's stolen your bowling team before the final game of the tournament by bribing them with doilies.

Madame Foster:
What? Am I speaking French here? She stole 'em, and now where am I? I'm done. That's it.