Foop: You liked that instead of mine!?! He only said his name twice! It's the only thing he can say!!!
Foop: Poof, if you join me, I'll name you vice-president.
Foop: [to self] I thought I was going to be vice-president!
Foop: Now you're the minster of agriculture, so what do you say Poof?
Poof: POOF POOF!
Foop: Is that a no? Because I never really understood what you're saying.
Mrs. Powers: We have a very popular student in our class: Foop!!!...
Foop: Oh please....
Mrs. Powers: ...spelled backwards: Poof!
Foop: Class of morons and future victims, slaves, underlings, and minions: DEATH!! PAINFUL FIREY DEATH! You wonder "Am I a leader?" DEATH!!!!! And so, in conclusion, vote for me or death, painful firey death. Thank you very much.
Wanda: All magic creatures must go to spellementary school to learn to use their magic
Cosmo: Except me! I never went to spellementary school!
Cosmo: I never went to driving school either
Timmy: Relax Wanda, I may not be a baby but you have me! (Wanda poofs him into a diaper and Cosmo shoves a bottle in his ear)
Mrs. Powers: Does anybody want to make a nomination? [For class president]