- Angelica: Mmm. These cookies are pretty good. Your mommy make these?
- Tommy Pickles: No. They're from a box.
- Angelica: A box, huh? What kind of box, Tommy?
- Tommy Pickles: Oh, you know, that box with a picture of a doggy on it.
- Angelica: The one by Spike's bowl?
- Tommy Pickles: Uh-huh.
- Angelica: [spits out the "cookies" in realization] You dumb babies!
- Tommy Pickles: What's wrong, Angelica?
- Angelica: These aren't cookies! They're dog biscuits! What do you think I am, a dog?
- Tommy Pickles: Um... Spike likes 'em.
- Angelica: Of course Spike likes them! Spike's a DOG!
- Phil: Well, I like 'em, too.
- Lil: Yeah. We eat 'em all the time.
- Angelica: What do *you* know? You're babies!
- Angelica: [crying] Daddy, I heard you! I heard it all! I'm sorry I was bad and runned away from home! I'm sorry I cut up your papers and broke your fax machine! I'm sorry and I promise I'll never be bad again! Only please, take me back!
- Drew Pickles: Take you back? Honey, I didn't even know you were gone!
- Angelica: You didn't?
- Drew Pickles: No! I thought you were still in your room, safe and sound.
- Angelica: You mean you didn't even know I runned away?
- Drew Pickles: I had no idea! Oh, but sweetheart, you know you'll always be my princess, no matter what you do. You're my baby and I love you.