Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends

Infernal Slumber

Goo: WILL YOU SPEAK UP?! I CAN'T HEAR A THING YOU'RE SAYING!

Bloo: I TOLD YOU NO GIRLS ALLOWED!

Goo: I NEW THERE WAS A PARTY!

Goo: OH, SAY CAN YOU SEE?!

Terrence: I didn't do it! Must have been Mac's friends! That's how they got in the house.

Mom: What friends?

Terrence: His imaginary ones. He had them all over last night. There was the purple spanish one, and this red guy with one arm, and this girl and an airplane bird thing riding a bicycle all over the living room, and Bloo was back too. Mac didn't give him up at all!

Bus the two of us

Wilt: BLOO TOOK THE BUS?!

Frankie: WHAT?! Someone push Herriman down the stairs?!

Frankie: WHAT?! You wouldn't.

Wilt: Uh, she did, but she uh, she uh, forgot something. So that's right so she went back out to get it. [Wilt push Mr.Herriman] She will be back for hours. Maybe in days.[Wilt Screams]

Mr. Herriman: What the heavens-- [Wilt push Mr. Herriman downstairs]

Wilt: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

House of Bloos

Terrence: WAIT! STOP! I JUST WANNA PUNCH YOU!

Mom: Mac, now, you know how tired I am of you 3 fighting.

Mac: But it was Terrence. He always picks on me and treats me like a baby.

Mom: And why do you think he does that?

Mac: Because he's a jerk.

Mom: Well, yes but can you think of any other reasons?

Mac: [thinks] Uh...

Mom: Maybe because of Bloo?

Mac: Bloo? Why?

Mom: Because, Mac, you're 8 years old and you still have your  imaginary friend.

Mac: So what?! Lots of kids have imaginary friends. You see them everyday on the streets or in the stores. You even had one when you were little.

Mom: Yes, when I was little, but by the time when I was your age, I didn't need my imaginary friend anymore.

Mac: What are you saying?

Mom: [muffled] I think it's time you got rid of Bloo.

Mac: WHAT?!

Mom: I'm sorry, Mac. I just think it's time. You need to grow up and be a big boy and say goodbye to Bloo.

Mac: But, Mom, it's not fair! We're best friends. We'll be good. I'll keep him locked in my room. Mom, PLEASE!

Mom: Mac, no. Stop it! This isn't about your being good or keeping Bloo locked up. The fact is, you're a big boy now, and you're too old for him.

Mac: But--

Mom: My decision is final. You have got to get rid of Bloo. I'm sorry, Mac. [opens the door and knocks Bloo] Oh, sorry, Bloo.