Luke's All Grown Up Episode Guide

Chuckie: See, I'm vanilla. Crustless vanilla Finster. I was gonna get the chocolate mango swirl bar, but no! I chickened out at the last minute.

Tommy: Actually Chuckie, you chickened out at the last minute. But hey, be tight with that.

Chuckie: But I want to be tight with a different Chuckie. The Chuck. A Chuck who takes risk, a Chuck who flirts with danger.

Betty: Have you cracked your nut?

Chas: Actually Betty, I think it was my spine.
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Chas: Betty, would you mind taking me to the emergency room ... again?

Tommy: Come on Chuck, how long does it take to copy your butt?

Chuckie: I wasn't sure if I was letter or legal sized.

Dil: Weirdorama. It's corinthian leather. But it smells like egg salad.

Phil: That is so immature. (Phil sniffs the shoe) Cat butt, duh.

Chuckie: I've been humiliated year after year, and now my suffering is over. Today, I'm taking a stand, for coordinatedly-challenged kids everywhere!

Tommy: Poor guy.

Phil: I remember a day when that was us.

Tommy: You mean like yesterday?

Chuckie: She's the prettiest, smartest, funniest girl in school.

Tommy: Angelica?

Phil: Step back. I think his hormones just kicked in.

Chuckie: Ah, knew it. I'm invisible to her. I'm just a jellyfish with legs. Invisible jellyfish Finster.

Tommy: Just talk to her. Let you're true personality shine through. How could she not like you?

Chuckie: What am I supposed to say?

Phil: How about, "Hi, I'm Chuck, and you just grabbed my aspic."

Tommy: If that's what being 11's all about, I'm clinging to ten till I'm 40.

Phil: Hello, I am Fungo. Where I come from toilets flush the other way.

Betty: No, where you're from, they sometimes don't get flushed at all!

Betty: Nobody do anything. Just stay put! According to my astrological charts, Mercury is retrograding or reverse or something. Point is, it's not going in the right direction!

Stu: Must be the hormones talking.

Angelica: What are you doing? Dead people don't get up and walk around.

Dil: They do if they have to pee.

Phil: (Farts)

Lil: Gross, you farted in here.

Phil: It was you, Lillian.

Lil: Nuh uh, Phillip. It's biologically impossible for girls to fart.

Tommy: Cut! Take five. Air out the suit.

Pangborn: This is a standard psychological Rorschach test. I show you an inkblot, you tell me what you see.

Dil: A Rorschach test.

Pangborn: (Huffs) Now what do you see?

Dil: A medieval castle, hundreds of angry villagers, a raging moat, a fire breathing dragon and, a honey-baked ham.

Pangborn: (Hits his head on desk in disgust)

Chuckie: What's the matter? Afraid you'll miss the Dummy bears?

Kimi: I told you not to tell anyone you big mouth.

Chuckie: I didn't. But maybe now I will!

Tommy: Look out Marty C, Tommy Pickles is in the house!

Phil: I wonder what Dil would be like if we never dropped him on his head?

Woman: The raffle winner is number 6-2-3.

Betty: Yes! That's not me. I didn't win! I never win anything. This means Mercury is officially out of reverse. Woo hoo!

Betty: You boys seen Rufus anywhere?

Tommy: Who's Rufus?

Betty: Garden gnomes don't vanish into thin air.

Dil: I'm sure Rufus will call if he's in trouble.

Tommy: Calm down guys, how bad can it be? You show up with your #2 pencil, fill in some ovals, and try not to stare at the mole on the neck of the guy in front of you.

Tommy: You guys are getting awful worked up over nothing. I promise you, this test is gonna be cake. If you don't believe me, ask Chuckie. He took it last year.

Chuckie: Worst experience of my life.

Susie: I can describe that test in one word: AHH!

Betty: That's no coinkidink. We've got ourselves a thief in the hood.

Tommy: I'm just gonna go ahead and throw this out there. Any particular reason why you're spooning the DeVille's garden gnome?

Dil: Not a clue. But you gotta admit, Rufus sure does brighten up the place.

Betty: He's close. I can smell him.

Chas: (Sniffs) Nope, I got nothing.

Lil, Chuckie, and Tommy: (Howling like dogs)

Phil: (Mooing)

Chuckie: Phil, we're trying to get the dogs barking, not summoning some cows in Idaho.

Tommy: Like that, uh, exotic gross-faced disgusto bird.

Chuckie: Me, believe that made up junk? Remember, I'm cool, calm, and ... what was that!

Tommy: A tree Mr. Cool, Calm.

Betty: Supply bags tied to the inside of the raft, done! Right Phil?

Phil: Absolutely general Mama!

Tommy: I mean, if anyone can survive in this place it's your mom, Phil. Remember that time she pulled the school bus out of that huge mud ditch by herself?

Chuckie: And with a cast on her arm.

Phil: And she never dropped that pizza.

(Laughter)

Betty: Whoa, talk about your adventure! Wait till I tell Howie. On second thought, better not. He once got queasy washing his face.

Mr. Beaker: Now it is my pleasure to introduce someone who is underappreciated, under loved, and oft-forgotten. No, this time it's not me. Meet Mr. Spleen.

Grandpa: Uh oh, should've used the little boy's room when I had the chance. Did you empty the tank, scout?

(Snickering)

Chuckie: I'm giving this one to Kimi because she's a good kid-ney. Get it, Kid-ney? Okay! Off to the thigh.

Lil: We're catching up fast.

Phil: Yeah, but it'd be nice if we could at least stop and smell the mucous.

Dil: There's only one thing left for me to do!

Tommy: Join the circus, I hope.

Dil: Eventually.

Chuckie: You're ugly.

Phil: You got that right.

Lil: That was just a test to see if Chuckie could lie, Phillip.

Phil: Well Lillian, maybe you should have a test where he actually has to, lie.

Lil: Yeah. May I remind you that you look just like me, if you had style and cute hair.

Didi: Hi sweetie. I thought you had soccer practice.

Tommy: I did, but I had to duck out. I have groupies!

Phil: Can you take something for that?

Dil: I am happy for you T, really proud. I guess, I guess ...

Tommy: What?

Dil: That I've always known I see the world ...

Tommy: Like a giant triangle, I know.

Dil: No, well yes, but no.

Charlotte: Any idea how the invitations to Tommy, Dil, and the rest of that group ended up stuffed behind the refrigerator?

Angelica: Fluffy! No cat toys for a week.

Charlotte: Invite them.

Angelica: Tommy and his merry band of dweebs? Did I mention their idea of fun is sniffing each other's socks?

Tommy: Well, the difference between you guys and me is...I have to go. Ah, let's face it, I'm trapped in the cold genetic truth. She's my cousin.

Tommy: (speaking to Angelica) Look, we're cousins and even though we've had our ups and downs, and downs, and downs...uh I don't want you to be alone at your party. So here it is, I'll be there. (Pause) Did I mention what a sacrafice this is for me?

Tommy: Take me off the being-a-good-cousin list. Party's back on, which means I'm off the hook!

Dil: (Squeals).

Phil: Uh, you may want to ix-nay the hook talk around kid porpoise.

Tommy: It's like even though Lil disses Phil all the time, she defends him when other kids do it.

Phil: You diss me?

Lil: Only behind your back.

Phil: Oh...okay then.

After realizing Tommy saved her party...she calls him.
Angelica: Tommy, get over here, now! Bossy's the real cow, Flossy's just a fake cow head. Well then get over here as soon as Phil stops crying.

Savannah: Oh, is that where the cool kids are sitting?

Angelica: Uh huh. Sorry Savannah, those seats are taken.

Savannah: By who?

Angelica: Some cool kids.

Chuckie: Is she pointing at us or do I have something hanging out of my nose?

Tommy: Both.