- Lil DeVille: [after Tommy cut his finger from the bush] So that's why your mommy was hugging and kissing you extra lots.
- Phil: Cause you got a boo boo?
- Tommy: Not a real boo boo. Stuff came out of my finger.
- Lil DeVille: [gasps] Was it spit?
- Tommy: No. It was red and sticky.
- Angelica Pickles: [stomps towards the babies] That's it, you babies! You're in even bigger trouble now! Pour ice on me, will ya? Well, I'm gonna--!
- Lou Pickles: What in tarnation is going on out--?
- [gasps in horror]
- Lou Pickles: My *squash*!
- Angelica Pickles: [looks down at her legs] Uh-oh.
- [Angelica's legs are covered in squash; Stu and Drew coming running out towards their father]
- Stu Pickles: Pop, what happened?
- [Lou walks sadly back into the house; Stu follows him; Drew stays outside]
- Lou Pickles: [sadly] Well, looks like I'm *never* gonna get another trophy.
- [close-up of Lou's trophy; Drew looks at Lou's destroyed squash and turns to see Angelica desperately cleaning her legs]
- Drew Pickles: [sterly] Angelica?
- [Tommy, Phil and Lil fall backwards after helping Chuckie to his feet; Angelica chuckles nervously, smiles and waves at Drew]
- Lou Pickles: Yep, sad thing when a man's glory days are behind--
- [drops the newspapers; notices something on the cover]
- Lou Pickles: Wait just a gourd pickin' second! There might be a way to recycle that squash into something even better!
- [close-up of the magazine Lou notices; the cover reads, "Supplement Rhubarb: The Forgotten Pie"]
- Drew Pickles: [walks up to Angelica and puts his hands on his hips; Angelica looks up at him in fear] I assume *you* had something to do with this, young lady!
- Angelica Pickles: But, Daddy, it wasn't my fault! The babies made me do it!
- Drew Pickles: Oh. And I suppose you're gonna tell me the babies "made you do" *this* too?
- [removes the photo from behind his back and holds it in Angelica's face; Stu and Didi's faces have been cut out of the photo; Angelica smiles nervously]
- Drew Pickles: There'll be no more cappuccino for Cynthia unless you march *right* in there and find a way to make this up to your grandfather!
- Angelica Pickles: Yes, Daddy.
- [hangs her head in shame as Drew leads her into the house]
- Angelica Pickles: Ha, ha, ha. If squishing *me* scared Chuckie, wait till he thinks he squished all the grown-ups.
- Lou Pickles: Chuckie! How in tarnation did you get so dirty? Let's get you out of those wet clothes before you get a chill!