Mr. Turner: I don't really need it, it's just a fashion choice [Mr. Turner crashes into a tree].
Chloe: No matter how angry you are I'm never gonna give up on you because I believe deep inside you are good.
Foop: Hahaha! Now that is a joke! Much better than that yelling German thing.
Mr. Crocker: Gah! I'm not-- AHH! A punching bag-- OOH! I'm the real Mr-- UUH! Crocker!
[Vicky (who is off-screen) rings the doorbell]
Mr. Turner: Ooooh, the ding-dong sound means someone's on the phone.
Timmy: You need a better helmet.
Foop: What's this? Thunder and lightning on a sunny day? Songbirds falling from the sky, followed by a bloodcurdling scream?
Sammy: There was no scream.
Foop: Wait for it...
[We hear a bloodcurdling scream from Vicky (who is off-screen)]
Timmy: This could only mean one thing. It's the most evil babysitter who ever walked the face of the Earth...
[A shadow of Vicky's face appears on the door the door comes down with Vicky holding a chainsaw]
Timmy and Foop: ...VICKY!
[Timmy, Poof, Mr. Turner, Chloe, Sammy and Foop scream. Vicky manically laughs.]
Foop: Does anyone has a spare diaper? It's for Skull-Bearie.
Timmy: Whoa! Since when does our house have a dungeon?
[A monitor appears in the room. Vicky as "Tricky Vicky" is on the screen.]
Vicky: Since now! I did a little psychological profiling on you two, and I know what will make you coo-coo crazy! Twerpette! It's time to pay for getting all up in my babysittin' business! And twerp! You're gonna pay, just because I HATE YOU!
[The floor turns into a treadmill.]
Timmy: Oh no! The entire floor's a treadmill! (cries) She's making me exercise!
Vicky: If you want the treadmill to stop, twerp... just eat the brussel sprouts off the mechanical fork!
Timmy: Oh no, vegetables and exercise! SHE'S PURE EVIL!
[A chute in the room begins shooting out garbage.]
Chloe: No! She's... she's littering! She's a monster!
Vicky: The faster you pick up the trash, the faster it'll fall!
Timmy (with a sprout in his mouth): We're gonna drown in litter! Just stop picking it up!
Chloe: (cries) You know I can't!
Vicky: And for the cherry on top of your misery sundae, watch this!
[The screen starts playing "Crocker's Dream Journal".]
Crocker: And now, volume one through twenty-nine of Mr. Crocker's Dream Journal! Yay! Ahem. (begins reading from the journal) "I was dancing in a field with a beautiful young woman, when Mother pulled up in her rusty mid-sized sedan with an angry scowl and a case of foot cream!" Gah! Well, I guess this is really more of a nightmare.
Timmy and Chloe: NOOOOOOOOOOO...!
Mr. Turner: (gasps) She's mean! I'm gonna tell Mommy... I mean my wife. Aah! She's got me on a sharp lease!
Foop: What kind of madman would go for a date with that teenage gorgon?
Vicky: (pulls out a sword) What was that?
Foop: You are pretty! Don't hurt me!
Vicky: Everyone else! Tell me I'm pretty!
Sammy: I would, but my mommy told me never to lie.
Chloe: I don't even know who I am anymore?!
[Foop begins to play on his "Baby's First Harpsichord".]
Foop: I thought this moment deserved an ominous music sting, so I broke out my Baby's First Harpsichord.
Sammy Sweetsparkle: This may not sound very sweet, but... BREAK VICKY LIKE A TWO-BY-FOUR!
Vicky: Sayonara, stupid sitter!
Foop: HALT! I will not allow you to harm Chloe! Her unwarranted kindness made my face leak. If you want her, you'll have to go through me!
Vicky: Huh, okay!
Foop: Badly played, but before I perish, grant me one last request. Say "Here, Punchy!"
Vicky: Why would I say "Here, Punchy?"
Punchy: Shrimp on the barbie! [Punchy punches Vicky.]
Vicky: AAH! A punching kangaroo... (laughs) I did not see that coming!
[Poof takes the key off of Vicky's neck, and gets back his rattle.]
[Vicky tries to hurt Poof with her chainsaw.]
Poof (in Arnold Schwarzenegger voice): Hasta la vista, baby!
[Poof shoots out a ray of magic at Vicky, shooting her out of the building. Vicky screams.]
Poof (in Arnold Schwarzenegger voice): She won't be back.