- Didi Pickles: [about sending Tommy and Grandpa to the grocery store] I hope they come back with something besides forty boxes of Fudgy Ding-a-ling Bars.
- Stu Pickles: I hope they come back.
- Betty DeVille: Weaning, at one year old? Are you insane? My pediatrician doesn't want me to even THINK about weaning until the twins are two!
- Didi: But it's doctor's orders...
- Betty DeVille: Did you get a look at his dental record, Deed? Guy's probably a quack!
- Steve: [about cleaning up the spill on Aisle 4 after Tommy trashed the grocery store] Your turn, dude.
- Larry: No way, man, I had to clean up the sodas.
- Steve: Well, I just mopped up the baby powder.
- Larry: Well, I had to pick up the lobsters.
- Steve: That was at least an hour ago. It's your turn.
- Larry: Forget you.
- Steve: Forget you, too, man!
- Tommy Pickles: [in his dream searching through the refrigerator and cupboards] Bottle?, bottle?
- Little Bottle: Here I am Tommy, down here!
- Tommy Pickles: [picks him up and laughs] Bottle!
- Little Bottle: Sorry Tommy but you're way too big for me
- [jumps out of his hand and runs away laughing]
- Tommy Pickles: Hey!
- [chases the little bottle]
- Mr. Tippy: [Comes up from behind Tommy] Hey Tommy!
- Tommy Pickles: [Excitedly] Bottle?
- Mr. Tippy: No Tommy, it's time to use me now!
- [Tommy runs away screaming]
- Mr. Tippy: [chases Tommy towards the edge of a cliff] Drink me!
- Tommy Pickles: No!
- Mr. Tippy: Drink me!
- Tommy Pickles: [furiously jumping up and down] No!, I want my bottle!
- Big Bottle: [a giant bottle with a superhero cape appears] Did someone say bottle?
- Mr. Tippy: Drink me!
- Big Bottle: Go away!
- [sprays Mr. Tippy with milk causing him to fall off the cliff]
- Big Bottle: he won't bother you anymore Tommy!
- Lou Pickles: [uses the calculator] Two dollars and 79 cents times twelve boxes equals... 53,418 dollars and 37 cents? No, no, no, that can't *be*! L-l-let's try again. 25 times fifteen, carry the three...