Frankie My Dear


 * Prince: Who the heck are you, three?


 * Bloo: All right! Mac, Chris, Princy! It's time to put our differences a side!
 * Prince: Right!
 * Chris: Right!
 * Mac: Right!
 * Bloo: None of us even close to our match with this perfect man!
 * Prince: Right!
 * Chris: Right!
 * Mac: Right!


 * Bloo: Are we just stand by our beloved Frankie just stole by some boy band!
 * Prince: Right!
 * Chris: Right!
 * Mac: Right!
 * Bloo: So, what's say you my fellow losers my friends? Partners!
 * Prince: Partners!
 * Chris: Partners!
 * Mac: Partners!


 * (Bloo, Mac and Chris in disguise as Orlando Bloo arrives to the door)
 * Bloo: Whoops! hey, Mac, mustache alert.
 * Mac: Where is it? Where is it?
 * Bloo: It's on the floor.


 * Bloo: Hey, watch your face bend over.
 * Chris: What?
 * Bloo: Bend over. Mac can't reach the floor.


 * Chris: Excuse me are we on a mission here?
 * Bloo: Fine, fine. Where's our date? To the door! Forward, forward!
 * Mac: I can't see anything.
 * Chris: Ow! Foot in my eye!
 * Bloo: Mac! Mac!


 * Bloo: Okay, stop, stop!


 * Frankie: Don't listen to this maniac. (To Bloo) What are you doing here, Bloo?
 * Bloo: Why I'm on a dinner date.


 * Frankie: Dylan! This imaginary friend in a suit!


 * Bloo: Pardon me a moment.
 * Chris: Get on with it.


 * Mac: Now's our chance.
 * Bloo: Now listen you! Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, buddy!
 * Dylan: Just as I thought. Pathetic. Simple pathetic.


 * Frankie: You mean my friends?