- Donald Davenport: Tonight I'm sending you to gather intelligence.
- Chase Davenport: Oh, you hear that, Adam? You better bring a big basket.
- Donald Davenport: And YOU - off the phone!
- Bree Davenport: Ugh! Fine. Just tell us what you invented, what went wrong, and how long until it blows up.
- Bree Davenport: [arriving in a hand-painted shirt] Hey, guys. Guess what?
- Adam Davenport: You had a collision with a poodle on a tricycle who works at a paint store!
- Bree Davenport: [realizing how she and her capsule could have become contaminated] Ohh.
- Chase Davenport: Oh WHAT? What is "Ohh?"
- Adam Davenport: Dah, 'O's the second letter in the number ten.
- Chase Davenport: Foxtrot alpha pickle. You receiving audio, Mr. Davenport?
- Donald Davenport: Copy that, Pickle.
- Security Guard: So, who told you that we were dumping chemicals into the ocean tonight?
- Chase Davenport: It was only a hunch until you just confirmed it.
- Security Guard: [scoffs] Oh, did I?
- Chase Davenport: Yeah, ya did.
- Security Guard: Oh, DID I?
- Chase Davenport: Yes. You did.
- Security Guard: [weakly] Okay, I guess I did.
- [as punishment, Donald cackles while handing Bree a broom to sweep the lab]
- Adam Davenport: Guys, come on! How can you not see he's a witch?
- Donald Davenport: [as Bree collides with a door] Bree, how many times have I told you - no texting while super-speeding?
- Bree Davenport: The numbneth thpread to my tongue. I can't talk!
- Leo Dooley: Finally, a positive side effect.