A.N.T. Farm, Season 1

Chyna:
Oh my gosh dad! Look at this place! Lockers instead of cubbies, drivers ed instead of kiddy bikes (Chyna bumps into a cute boy)

Chyna:
Him instead of... what was I talking about?

'Cameron:
Dad, does she have to go to my high school? I mean seriously she's only 11.

Dadl:
It's not Chyna's fault that she's gifted anymore than it's your fault that you're.. not.

(later at ant farm)

Gibbson:
Oh, great. Another ant!

Dad:
Hey, what's the name

Chyna:
Uh, Paisley I am so so sorry about your nose.

Paisley:
Aww, don't be. I'm hoping it's broken so my mom will finally let me get a nose job.

Chyna:
I am not a Freak, I'm a human being.

Lexi:
Oh Cameron, that's so cute. Is this where you keep your dollies?

Cameron:
I don't have dollies. My dad threw them all away.

Chyna:
Yesterday was wear the same clothes they you're gonna wear tomorrow day.

Darryl:
See that's the best thing I like about my job; same outfit everyday. I never even wash this thing.

Darryl:
Hey Cameron! Wanna watch the game?

Cameron:
No. Every time we watch baseball all you do is make me get food for you from the kitchen.

Darryl:
Well that's a family tradition. I got food for my dad. You get food for me and one day your son'll get food for you. That is if you can trick a girl into marrying you.

Cameron:
You mean like you did?

Darryl:
Exactly. Another family tradition.

Chyna:
Do you have her number?

Fletcher:
Yeah, it's 24601.

Chyna:
That's not enough digets for a phone number.

Fletcher:
No, but, it's enough for a prison ID number... (Chyna's eyes widen at him) Yeah, she's in jail.

Chyna:
Well we have to go to jail then.

Fletcher:
FOR A DATE?

Hannahlei:
Haha Fletcher wishes!

Darryl:
Excuse me for worrying. It's just you're my daughter. And I'm your father. And my wife is your mother. And your brother is my sister's nephew.

Chyna:
Dad, what are you talking about?

Darryl:
I don't know. I'm nervous.

Chyna:
Cameron, you have an amazing gift!

Cameron:
Yeah, but I found out my gift is also a curse. I just had a horrible vision...

Chyna:
Skidmore in a bikini?

Cameron:
(Shakes his head) No, much worse! Tomorrow, at half past noon, an asteroid will hit Earth, ending all life as we know it!

Olive:
Well that's bad, but still not worse than Skidmore in a bikini...

Chyna:
It's an incredible honor to win this award. Especially given how many years Principal Skidmore had "Happy Birthday" sung to her. What is it like 75?

Principal Skidmore:
No.

Chyna:
80?

Principal Skidmore:
SIT DOWN!

Olive:
Wow everyone has an award but you, even the lunch lady.

Ella:
The show's not over yet.

Principal Skidmore:
The final award of the night goes to...

Cameron:
Here we go.

Principal Skidmore:
ME! Best award show host!

Cameron:
Uh, I don't think that's real cheese.

Hippo:
I don't care.

Olive:
This idea is crazy.

Chyna:
What do you want from me? I'm suffering from "Gibson Fever". Licorice? (Pulls a red licorice out of wig that looks like Gibson's hair)

Gibson:
Hey guys, what ya doing? (Looks at everyone dressed like him) And why does everyone look so handsome?

Chyna:
So, how are we gonna play this? Good cop, bad cop? (Olive shakes her head) Tall cop, short cop? (Olive shakes her head again) Happy cop, sad cop? (Olive shakes her head again)

Olive:
No. How about you go over there and talk to him, while I stay here and eat soup...

Olive:
Alright class, hand in your permission slips.

Chyna:
Uh, Ms. Doyle I forgot mine again.

Olive:
You forgot it? YOU FORGOT IT?!

Chyna:
Lexi suggested that instead of bobbing for eyeballs, we use apples. (takes a bite of the apple) And I've gotta say apples just aren't as sweet.

Chyna:
(Chyna mumbles "Too fast" with her mouth full)

Olive:
More fast? Okay.

Chyna:
"More fast"? Who says "more fast"?

Kenny:
Hey, you two. Work more fast!

Gibson:
(Trying to put a sign up) Ugh! I can't keep this "Sign Up" sign up! But this is where you sign up, so SIGN UP!!!

Olive:
Be careful with that! That bag has my breakfast. I like to eat this really rare, special cereal that you guys don't have.

Chyna:
(Chyna pulls a box of cereal out of the bag) Corn Flakes? I think we have corn flakes.

Olive:
No, I've seen your cabinets and you only have Honey Crusted Sugar Loops, Donut Crisps, Sugar Frosted Sugar Cubes, Captain Chocolard, Candy Cane Crunch and High Fructosey-Os.

Chyna:
Those are my dads. I don't eat that unhealthy junk. I usually just have some leftover pie.

Olive:
Hey where are the other girls?

Chyna:
They kind of all left in the middle of the night,I would have too but I live here.

Lexi:
So, what are you going to sing? Probably something you've already done before like...

Chyna:
It's gonna be Dynamite.

Lexi:
You're singing Dynamite?

Chyna:
Oh, no. I meant my song's gonna be Dynamite. But not the song "Dynamite". The song will be Dynamite, but the song will not be "Dynamite". It's gonna be Exceptional.

Lexi:
You're singing Exceptional!

Chyna:
No, no, no. I just meant my dynamite song that isn't Dynamite is gonna be exceptional. Not the song Exceptional, but it will be exceptional. You'll see. It'll be beautiful.

Lexi:
Okay, fine. Don't tell me.

Roxanne:
Chyna, your turn. Open your present.

Paisley:
Surprise! You got a tuba, but I couldn't wrap it.

Chyna:
Given it's the annual musical, I was thinking it might be good if it maybe had some music in it.

Olive:
I guess I could add a killer acoustic pan pipe solo in the 20 minute ode to Poseidon.

Chyna:
(Finishes singing "Pants in Public")

Fletcher:
Wow, great song! And great message.... Angus.....

Angus:
(Stands up and is wearing no pants.) Hey, you wanted a website. Now you want it fast, or you want it with pants.

Chyna:
Hey!Your my bestie!

Katrina hahaha

Chyna and Savannah:
Yayyyyyyy!

Chyna:
It's an incredible honor to win this award. Especially given how many years Principal Skidmore had "Happy Birthday" sung to her. What is it, like, 75?

Principal Skidmore:
No.

Chyna:
80?

Principal Skidmore:
Sit down!

Olive:
Wow, everyone has an award but you, even the lunch lady.

Ella:
The show's not over yet.

Principal Skidmore:
The final award of the night goes to...

Cameron:
Here we go.

Principal Skidmore:
Me! Best award show host!

(Applause)

Roxanne:
Cameron, I'm glad you found a job, but a tattoo artist? What were you thinking?