Billy Cranston: My calculations would suggest a 98% probability that our coins are in... this direction.
Jason Lee Scott: All right. Let's get started.
Goldar: Yes, let's get started... with an illusion for Kimberly's confusion.
Kimberly Hart: [seeing Bulk and Skull dressed like angels] No way! I don't believe this.
Bulk: Hold, my good friend. I spy a defenseless forest creature in need of our assistance.
Skull: Thou speakest truly, monsieur Bulk. And 'tis a fine example of genus tartarus colonia. I must come to its aid and with great haste.
Bulk: Au contraire, my noble Skull. Never in my bliss-filled dreams would I ever consider troubling you. Allow me?
Kimberly Hart: Bulk and Skull... being nice?