Shego: Target: Nakasumi-san.
Ninja: It is impossible.
Kim: No, but real close.
Kim: Ron! ...Ron?
Ron: Working on it. Oh. Thanks. A Sumo Ninja?
Sumo Ninja: I am strong like the mountain!
Ron: That is sick and wrong!
Sumo Ninja: I am your doom.
Ron: Rufus, help!
Sumo Ninja: Ooh!
Ron: Naked mole rat. Weird enough for ya?
Sumo Ninja: You will suffer!
Kim: Just a sec.
Kim: That move won the cheer regionals.
Ron: Oooh! Better get some ice on that, champ.
Ron: Right behind ya, KP. Oh, man! I did not put on my rocket-skates this morning.
Ron: I put on my blaster-briefs! Ah!
Kim: Hey, Wade, what's the sitch?
Wade: Is this a bad time?
Kim: Remember the President of Nakasumi Toys thought he was in some kind of danger?
Kim: He was right.
Wade: Hang on.
Wade: Got you on GPS lock. Kim! U-turn! Kim, Monique wanted me to patch her through. But you seem kinda busy.
Wade: It wasn't important. It was something about Bonnie and Brick.
Kim: What? Put her through. Like, now.
Wade: Okay, okay.
Kim: Monique, off or on?
Monique: On, again!
Kim: How many times can two people break up and get back together?
Monique: She loves the drama.
Kim: She just needs a date for the prom.
Kim: Oh, this is bad.
Monique: Yes. They deserve each other.
Kim: No, I mean this is bad.
Kim: Monique, gotta go.
Ron: Ah! Whoa!
Kim: Thanks, Ron.
Shego: Oh, look. The sidekick.
Ron: Whoa. Whoa. Ah! Sorry!
Shego: Gotcha, toy man.
Shego: You know, one day, we really need to get that hairdryer from her.
Opening Song: Doesn't matter where
Doesn't matter when
I will always be there
Till the very end
If you wanna reach me
Call me, beep me
If you wanna reach me
Kim: Sitch, Wade?
Wade: I'm digging on the Drakken-Nakasumi but so far nothing.
Kim: I can't figure it.
Wade: Yeah. I get why he'd take Nakasumi's automated toy-making technology, not why he'd take him.
Kim: Right. I was actually talking about this geometry homework.
Wade: Oh. You want me to take a look?
Kim: Nah. I think super-genius assistance is pretty cheatish. I'll ask Ron.
Kim: Any luck on Number 7?
Guy1: Mmm. Very tricky.
Guy1: Number 7 is very tricky. I plan to come back to that one. How is that essay going?
Guy2: I believe Stoppable-san will be pleased.
Kim: Where exactly is Stoppable-san? Ron?
Kyoko: Miss Possible, welcome. And thank you once again.
Kim: No big. Thanks for the lift back home. Have you seen Ron?
Ron: Rufus, I'm supposed to steer. Come on!
Ron: Talk to the naked driver.
Kyoko: Nakasumi-san says not to worry. His business is to create joy. Your friend is an excellent customer, still filled with childlike wonder.
Kim: Maybe a little too much.
Ron: No way! Is this what I think it is?! Tiki-Boo rules! Bun-Bun!
Kim: Do you create these characters yourself, Mr. Nakasumi?
Kyoko: Yes, he does.
Kyoko: It is his personal touch.
Ron: Oh, come on. You just doodle a face on, and boom, every kid on the planet wants one?
Nakasumi: Do not tell the shareholders it is so easy. They might take away my jet.
Ron: Ah, I hear you, dude. Wait, you speak English?
Nakasumi: Oh, quite fluently. But enjoy whispering to Miss Kyoko.
Kyoko: Nakasumi-san is a little, would you say, whacky?
Kim: Okay. I guess it goes with the whole toymaker thing?
Guy1: Stoppable-san, on behalf of the Nakasumi Corporation, accept our gratitude for your efforts in the rescue of Nakasumi-san.
Ron: Who works extremely hard on the whole toy thing, you know, by the way.
Guy2: Nakasumi-san, we approach Middleton Airport.
Guy1: The pilot should have landing clearance shortly.
Kim: That's okay, just drop us off here.
Ron: It's go time! Oh! My homework!
Kim: Serves you right!
Mrs. Dr P: Good morning, Dr. Possible.
Mr. Dr P: And to you, Dr. Possible.
Mrs. Dr P: Crazy day. Three procedures before lunch. You?
Mr. Dr P: Down to the wire on the Hephaestus Project. Three years, $3 billion. Boy, I hope this works.
Mr. Dr P: More coffee?
Computer: Are you sure you wish to delete File Hephaestus?
Mr. Dr P: Yes, please.
Computer: Dr. Possible voice print acknowledged. Deleting file now.
Mr. Dr P: No, no, no! Undo! Undo!
Computer: File delete aborted.
Mr. Dr P: No worries, I got it all up here.
Mrs. Dr P: Kids eaten?
Mr. Dr P: Jim and Tim are in their room working on some... top-secret invention.
Mrs. Dr P: Like father, like sons.
Mr. Dr P: Haven't seen Kimmie.
Mr. Dr P: Got in a little late there, Kimmie cub.
Kim: Yeah, it really slows me down when I pull my shoot as soon as we bail, but Ron is such a baby about free falling.
Mrs. Dr P: Where exactly were you last night?
TV: The Tokyo toy magnate was rescued by world-famous teen hero Kim Possible.
Mr. Dr P: That's my girl.
Kim: It was no big, Dad. Other than a Sumo Ninja. He was pretty big.
Mr. Dr P: Sumo Ninja... I never worried about Sumo Ninjas at your age. Or Sumo anything, for that matter.
Mr. Dr P: Sweet backhand, Kimmie.
Kim: Not yet, Dad.
Jim: Did you see our...
Tim: You did this.
Kim: Why can't you tweebs play with video games like normal kids?
Jim: We do.
Tim: We use them for parts.
Mr. Dr P: It's true.
Mrs. Dr P: No missiles in the house, boys.
Kim: This is what happens when a rocket scientist and a brain surgeon reproduce.
Scientist: Brain-tap machine ready for prisoner.
Shego: There is no prisoner. Go tap yourself.
Drakken: You have failed me for the last time, Shego.
Shego: The Syntho-Drones are improving. They might actually win a fair fight. Too bad that's not my style.
Drone #842: Syntho-Drone 842 will terminate operations.
Drakken: Shego, must you always break my toys?
Shego: Okay, sport. Why are you all, "You have failed me for the last time!" Are you kidding me with that?
Drakken: No, Shego, the time has come to take our game to the next level. Oh, I was especially fond of Number 842. He had a certain spring in his step and a sparkle in his eye.
Shego: No, I think that's syntho-goo. Can we get a mop in here, stat?
Drakken: Shego, walk with me, talk with me. Would you say that I'm evil?
Shego: Oy, not this again.
Drakken: Shego, please, be honest.
Shego: Yes, you're very evil.
Drakken: Ah, Henderson! Crucial to the mutant life form project. Oh, I suppose you're right.
Shego: Dr. D, get a grip. I mean, nobody does super-weapons like you. Just look at that Annihilation Ray.
Drakken: Evil by design. And energy efficient!
Shego: See? There you go.
Drakken: And the things I'm doing in the field of torture are very exciting.
Shego: That's what I'm saying. You have definitely... lost it.
Drakken: My latest research project. Teenage wasteland. I will get inside her high-school head. I will know Kim Possible's fatal flaw. Stevens, progress report.
Stevens: What up, Dr. D-Diggity-Dawg?
Drakken: We've lost Stevens.
Scientist: Excuse me, Dr. Drakken.
Scientist: Without a brain to tap, the brain-tap machine is not used to its fullest extent.
Drakken: Give me that! Wha-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Shego: What are you so happy about?
Drakken: Oh, nothing. Just the first step to world conquest.
Shego: Pfft. Whatever. Let me see that!
Shego: A doodle?! You are so whacked.
Drakken: Fo shizzle, Shegizzle.
Shego: Oh, no. Are you trying to be hip again?
Drakken: Word to your mother!
Kim: Go, Mad Dogs!
Kim: That was so on purpose.
Bonnie: Like, it's always about you. Zero your ego, Kim. Brick, sweetie, I'll come over when you're done working out. Two hours? Okay. Oh, and don't shower. I like it when you glisten.
Kim: When you glisten?! Could you be any sicker?
Bonnie: Oh, like you and your BF? Woops! I forgot, you don't have a BF, do you, Kim? Too busy "saving the world"?
Kim: You still use air quotes, huh? Interesting.
Bonnie: I'm all about Brick Flagg. Quarterback, hottie, top of the food chain. Tara's with Jason Morgan, the basketball team's star forward. Jessica's with Steve Foley, the baseball captain. Soccer, track and field, lacrosse, ice-hockey. Face facts. All the remotely acceptable guys are taken.
Kim: Is there a deadline I don't know about?
Bonnie: The prom?
Kim: Argh. It's just another dance.
Bonnie: Try the dance. Who you go with is, like, crucial. You're looking at captain of the chess team.
Ron: Hey, KP!
Bonnie: Or worse.
Ron: Do we have a date with Bueno Nacho or what?
Monique: Girl that is flawed.
Kim: I know but what if Bonnie has, in her own stupid way, a point.
Kim: I mean, what if there is something wrong with me, Monique?
Monique: 'Cause you're not dating a quarterback?
Kim: I'm weirding guys out! They see me on TV, round housing some goon out of a window. It's a vivid image.
Monique: Kim, you are a strong, independent woman. Anybody afraid of that is not worth your time.
Kim: Yeah, maybe, but what if she's right? Is there anything sadder than going to the prom with "just a friend"?
Monique: And his naked mole rat.
Ron: Four nacos, three quesoritos and a tortada salad. Extra cheese on that.
Ned: That'll be $7.52.
Ron: Check your math, Ned. This is my standard Naco Night order. Always comes to $4.98.
Ned: I'm sorry, the Naco Night promotion has been canceled.
Ron: Y-You canceled Naco Night?
Ned: I don't have that kinda power. New management.
Ron: What new management?
Ned: Somebody bought the whole enchilada. I can give you the 800 number if you'd like to express a concern.
Ron: Oh, yeah. I got some concerns.
Kim: I mean, a "date" date would be nice, but a stinkin' BF...
Monique: You're letting Bonnie play you.
Kim: Am not!
Monique: What good is saving the world if you don't have someone to share it with?
Kim: Okay, a little. Just once, I'd like to make her eat her words.
Monique: They are low-carb.
Ron: KP. Life as we know it has changed forever. Naco Night is no more.
Ron: And I need three more bucks.
Kim: What up, Wade?
Wade: Drakken's been spotted. The Bermuda Triangle.
Drakken: I am here to see your boss. Shego. Tip the man.
Kim: Thanks for the lift, Mr. Bailey.
Bailey: Kim, it's the least I can do after you saved me in that hurricane.
Kim: No big. It wasn't like it was a perfect storm, or anything. I mean, it was okay.
Ron: Eyes and ears, Rufus. This place is wicked bad. We go in, dig the down low and get out.
Singer: I'm searching for someone I know I can trust...
Drakken: All right, Shego, I'm off to grill this common criminal. What's his name again?
Shego: Big Daddy Brotherson. But you should know...
Drakken: Please! I am a super-genius. I think I can handle Big Daddy.
Ron: You think they're trying to keep us out?
Kim: Shh! Hi, undercover.
Ron: What? It was my dad's, he bought it for his prom. Never been worn.
Drakken: Big Daddy? Dr. Drakken. I understand...
Big Daddy: Ah-ah-ah. The password.
Drakken: Password? What password?
Shego: Didn't have the password?
Drakken: You might have mentioned the password.
Shego: Thought a genius like you would figure it out.
Drakken: Shego, I am not a particularly patient man.
Shego: Okay, wet blanket. The password is...
Big Daddy: Sit down.
Kim: The ladies' room. Good.
Ron: Laser lipstick. Sweet. Hey, how come Wade never makes me cool toys?
Kim: You practically melted your fingers.
Ron: It looked like regular nail polish.
Kim: Ladies' room, Ron.
Ron: Hold on.
Guy1: How do? You, uh, The Kid?
Ron: Yes. Yes, I am.
Drakken: I have the cash. Do you have the information?
Big Daddy: Put the money on the table.
Drakken: Put the information on the table.
Big Daddy: You go first.
Drakken: Look, I don't have time for silly games.
Shego: He likes to play silly games, FYI.
Kim: Wade, I'm in. Any sign of Drakken?
Wade: Not that I can see.
Wade: Turn around!
Kim: Wade, where's Ron?
Guy1: There you go, Kid. Five million fresh cow chips.
Ron: These are mine? I mean, yes. Good. Yes, my money. Miss me, boys?
Guy1: Well, that's a bold move.
Ron: Was it?
Guy1: You're good for this?
Ron: Am I?
Guy1: Hey, you know the tells when a man is bluffing? Like when he won't look you in the eye. Or maybe he touches his face. His breathing gets shallow and wheezy. Three cowboys.
Ron: Um... Go fish? Okay, good game. Let's not wait so long next time...
Guy1: Whoa! I don't think you should stray till you back up these chips with your cash money, Kid.
Ron: I'm... going... for... a... I...
The Kid: Yo! The Kid is in the house. Let's get this party started.
Ron: Aaaah! Sorry, can I just... Aaaah!
Drakken: Ah-ha! Now, with this top-secret code, "Milk... bread... eggs?" What kind of code is that?
Big Daddy: My grocery list. You are quite poor at the trading game.
Big Daddy: Very well. I've had my fun.
Drakken: Well. I'm glad you've had your fun. Now, where can I find the cybertronic technology I need?
Big Daddy: Ah, cybertronics. Some of the most brilliant minds on the planet struggle with its challenges.
Drakken: Surely someone has cracked it?
Big Daddy: Indeed, one genius has done just that.
Big Daddy: Dr. James Timothy Possible.
Drakken: Ooh, irony. And it's in my favor this time.
Kim: Where's Drakken and what's he up to?
Shego: Yeah, as if I can understand his whacked plans. Please!
Drakken: Shego. Time to fly.
Shego: Next time, Princess.
Drakken: You think you're all that but you're not even close!
Kim: This is so annoying.