The Buzz on Maggie

Aldrin:
Perfume! They've hit us with perfume!

George:
I smell too good!

Maggie:
[kicks the front door open] Maggie's home!

Aldrin:
They've breached our perimeter! Retreat, men! RETREAT!

Maggie:
We got 'em right where we want 'em. Let's take back our hangout! Ah, perfect! The last bastion of mail safety.

Rayna:
Mm-hmm, the toilet.

Maggie:
I know you cowards are in there! You trespassed on Maggie Pesky's all-girls-hangout, and now you're gonna pay! Step back 'cause we're coming in! [lifts up her foot, ready to kick the bathroom door down]

Chauncey:
[off-screen] No, you're not, young lady.

Maggie:
Huh?

Frieda:
This has gone far enough.

Chauncey:
I let you kids hang out in my house for one day and this is what happens?

Maggie:
But it was supposed to be my hangout! You promised.

Chauncey:
Look, if you kids had been considered of each other at the Trash Bean, you could have stayed there. And if you had worked things out here, you could have had a great hangout. But now, you've got nothing.