Divatox:
I Rita, D. here. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, i totally forgot about the time change, but I need you to tell me this: how do I get rid of the Power Rangers? [speaking from another planet]
Rita Repulssa:
What? The Power Rangers? Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah! If I knew that, do you think I would be lying here listening to this? [puts the phone on Lord Zedd, who is snoring]
Rita Repulssa:
My advice to you, Divatox: RUUUN!
Divatox:
Thanks for nothing!
Betty Roberts:
We have a 10am show, and it is now 10:03. Would you please take your places at the microphones?
Hilary Booth:
Maple, would you tell Betty that I just don't care any more?
Maple:
Jeff, would you kindly remind Hilary that Betty and I are no longer speaking to each other?
Jeff Singer:
I'm sorry, Maple, but Hilary and I are not talking to each other.
Maple:
Mackie, are you still speaking to Hilary?
Mackie Bloom:
Yeah, I'm talking Hilary; I'm not talking to you.
Hilary Booth:
Well, if you're talking to me, Mackie, would you please tell Betty that I don't care?
Mackie Bloom:
Betty isn't listening to me anymore.
Hilary Booth:
Well, are you talking to Jeff?
Mackie Bloom:
Yes.
Hilary Booth:
Well, then, would you please tell Jeff to tell Betty that I don't care?
Mackie Bloom:
Jeff, Hilary said to tell Betty that she doesn't care any more.
Jeff Singer:
I've taken my last set of orders from you, Mackie. And we are not talking to each other, remember?
Mackie Bloom:
I forgot. Maple, are we still talking?
Maple:
I think so, but remember, I'm not speaking to Hilary or Betty.
Mackie Bloom:
But you're talking to Jeff.
Maple:
Yes!
Mackie Bloom:
Then, would you please tell Jeff to tell Betty that Hilary told me to tell her that she just doesn't care any more?
Rita Skeeter:
So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12...
Harry:
- I'm 14...
Rita Skeeter:
- about to compete against three students who are not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but who've mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?
Harry:
I dunno, I haven't really thought about it...
Rita Skeeter:
Because you're no ordinary boy of 12 are you?
Harry:
14.
Rita Skeeter:
Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?
Harry:
No, I didn't enter.
Rita Skeeter:
Of course you didn't. [winks]
Rita Skeeter:
Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention? The worst psychotic death wish. [Harry glances at Rita's notes]
Harry:
Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past!
Larry:
Hey, listen to this. The other day I was driving down the highway, had the air-conditioner on, smoking my stogies, listening to some tunes, and this big fat crow lands on a billboard. Biggest, fattest crow I ever saw in my life. And I fix on him, and he dropped dead - boom, in the sand. Damndest thing I ever saw. Kind of made me sick. In fact, it made me poop. It made me poop my pants. It was about a four-inch, bell-shaped fece, very hard, very firm. Things haven't been going too good for me.
Aldous Snow:
Actually, Peter, I wanted to tell you, I was listening to Sarah's iPod the other day, and amidst the interminable dross that's on that thing, I found one track that I quite liked. So I checked what it was, and it was actually one of yours, and it kind of reminded me of a dark, gothic Neil Diamond. It's great.
Peter Bretter:
That's, like, exactly what I'm going for.
Aldous Snow:
Right, yeah.
Peter Bretter:
[clearly disappointed] Fuck you're cool! It's so hard to say, because, like, I hate you in so many ways.
