The Boss


 * Ahhh... Perfect.
 * Meh-Meh.
 * Hmm?
 * It's just a little mistake, Margaret. Everyone makes mistakes. [whispers] Our marriage is a permanent reminder of that.
 * There. Now it is truly perfect.
 * Meh-meh.
 * [Grunts] Now all the other grass is too long!
 * Meh-meh.
 * IT'S NOT MY FAULT, AND I'AM NOT A BALD PURPLE THUMB SHAPED... [whispers to Mrs. Robinson] Sorry, what does "meh-meh" mean again?
 * Meh-meh.
 * I'AM NOT A BALD PURPLE THUMB SHAPED TEABAG WITH AN EGGPLANT NOSE, AND I REFUSE TO MOW THIS LAWN AGAIN!!!
 * and : [Joyfully] WE'LL DO IT!
 * No, I'm having a nice relaxing morning with my wife, and I don't need-Ah!
 * [Whispers to Darwin] You got something in your teeth.
 * [Spits out a gnome]
 * Meh-meh.
 * [Noticing the grass again] Huh?
 * Don't worry! I got this.
 * Oh.
 * WHY, YOU GOSH-DARNED PAIR I OUTTA...
 * I think I need to lie down... on my face. [He keels over.]
 * Madame, your husband's anger levels have caused him to lose a lot of stuffing. He's gonna need a transfusion. Does he have any direct family member we could ask?
 * [Says nothing but mehs]
 * Hm. Yep. Hm. Alright. Well, that made no sense. Does anyone here talk with words?
 * You could ask his son, Rocky. He's a janitor, at our school.
 * I want nothing for that loser! He's an embarrassment to the Robinson name! I'd rather get stuffing from a turkey! Aaaaghhh! [Passes out again]
 * [Walks over to husband] Meh...meh.
 * Don't worry, Mrs. Robinson. We'll get Rocky, and save your husband!
 * [Steals Mr. Robinson's wallet] Meh?
 * [Sighs then whispers] Nice.
 * Madame, your husband's anger levels have caused him to lose a lot of stuffing. He's gonna need a transfusion. Does he have any direct family member we could ask?
 * [Says nothing but mehs]
 * Hm. Yep. Hm. Alright. Well, that made no sense. Does anyone here talk with words?
 * You could ask his son, Rocky. He's a janitor, at our school.
 * I want nothing for that loser! He's an embarrassment to the Robinson name! I'd rather get stuffing from a turkey! Aaaaghhh! [Passes out again]
 * [Walks over to husband] Meh...meh.
 * Don't worry, Mrs. Robinson. We'll get Rocky, and save your husband!
 * [Steals Mr. Robinson's wallet] Meh?
 * [Sighs then whispers] Nice.
 * [Steals Mr. Robinson's wallet] Meh?
 * [Sighs then whispers] Nice.

At School

 * What's the best way to break bad news to someone?
 * Oh, I know! With a song! [Dances and sings] ♪ Hey Rocky, we got some awful news! Your dad is sick 'cos we made him blow a fuse! Yeah! ♪♪ You got a better idea?
 * No, I got a much better idea. We just need to sweeten the news a little bit.
 * Ah! Brownie! Sweet! [Eats the brownie but suddenly chocks on it and after collapsing spits out a message which says "YoUR DAD iS iLL"]
 * Ah! Brownie! Sweet! [Eats the brownie but suddenly chocks on it and after collapsing spits out a message which says "YoUR DAD iS iLL"]
 * Ah! Brownie! Sweet! [Eats the brownie but suddenly chocks on it and after collapsing spits out a message which says "YoUR DAD iS iLL"]

The Janitor's Closet

 * Oh. Man, this is pretty hard to digest.
 * Too much butter?
 * I meant the news about my dad.
 * You have to go to the hospital, man. He needs you.
 * I don't know. I've always been such a disappointment to him.
 * Has he ever actually said that to you?
 * More times than I count on my hands. [Counts on his puppet hands] So at least five. He thinks I'm an immature deadbeat who never left school, refuses to get a decent job, and dresses like a Canadian.
 * Well, are you?
 * Totally.
 * Well, we've got some news for you. You're gonna man up, wear a suit and tie, and get an office job!
 * An office job!? [Panics] [Faints]
 * Heh. At least you get a brownie. [Throws brownie into Rocky's gaping mouth]

At The Watterson's Home

 * Office jobs…
 * All the options say "work at chanax."
 * CHANAX?!! They're the worst corporation on Earth! They pollute, they cut down the rain forests, their boss invented boy bands. THEY'RE PURE EVIL!
 * They also invented cheese puffs.
 * Hmm. Necessary evil, I guess.
 * Chanax it is then!
 * Lets start with your resume. What do you do at work?
 * I work real hard! To do as little as possible...
 * Right. I'm gonna write that you're goal-oriented. [Types] Okay, what else?
 * To be honest, I just lie down a lot.
 * [Types] Lateral problem solver.
 * Ah! I can whistle with my butt! [Whistles Star-Spangled Banner with butt]
 * and : [Gape]
 * … [Types] Has a valid driver's license.
 * Now we just need a photo of you in a sharp suit, and tie.
 * I don't have a suit.
 * Don't worry. We've got it covered. [Takes out spray can]
 * Perfect!
 * [Squirms] I'm so uncomfortable in this monkey suit.
 * Dude, it's sprayed on to your birthday suit.
 * [Grunts] [Grabs his photo]
 * Is that gonna be a problem?
 * Nah. An office job is like a mullet: work at the front, party at the back!
 * Dude, it's sprayed on to your birthday suit.
 * [Grunts] [Grabs his photo]
 * Is that gonna be a problem?
 * Nah. An office job is like a mullet: work at the front, party at the back!
 * Nah. An office job is like a mullet: work at the front, party at the back!

At Chanax Inc.

 * Dude, chill out! Here [Hands radio to Rocky], take this. I'll deal with the answers. All you'll have to do during the interview is move your mouth when you hear my voice.
 * Rockwell Robinson? We're ready for you now.
 * Are you sure about the shoes?
 * Yeah, man! The height makes you look powerful.
 * Go make your dad proud!
 * Ow! [Rubs head] [Walks in]
 * Yeah, man! The height makes you look powerful.
 * Go make your dad proud!
 * Ow! [Rubs head] [Walks in]
 * Ow! [Rubs head] [Walks in]

The Interview

 * [Inspects papers] Well, Mr. Robinson, your resume is three sentences long, and every letter is in a different color. Perhaps you might like to add something?
 * [Opens mouth]
 * (through radio): I've got excellent communicating skills.
 * Clearly. Do you speak any other languages?
 * [Opens mouth]
 * (through radio): Abrigato! Communicacion skillz! Excellente! Misiveremuch (?)
 * Now. I feel obliged to ask, how do you range your communication skills?
 * [Opens mouth]
 * (through radio): …
 * Dude! The batteries are dead! Give me the new ones!
 * [Bites battery pack] I'm can't open- [Teeth pop out]
 * Rocky, try to stall him!
 * Well, I think you'll fit right in!
 * Seriously?
 * Yes. You're just the kind of employee Mr. Chanax is looking for: young, fresh and gullible. Here's your contract.
 * Uh…it says here that I'm signing away my hopes, and dreams?
 * Oh, that's just paper. [Laughs]
 * [Laughs]
 * Who's that?
 * Ha ha! Just my stomach grumbling.
 * Sign it, you fool!
 * [Holds out jar] Breathe out.
 * What?
 * Ha ha! It's just a formality.
 * Welcome to Chanax…Mr. Robinson.
 * [Holds out jar] Breathe out.
 * What?
 * Ha ha! It's just a formality.
 * Welcome to Chanax…Mr. Robinson.
 * Welcome to Chanax…Mr. Robinson.
 * Welcome to Chanax…Mr. Robinson.

At Elmore Hospital

 * Uh…Doctor, I can't breathe…
 * Ah! What're you doing here?! Margaret, get them off of me! Margaret?
 * [Strokes Mr. Robinson's nose] We came to say that Rocky can help you with your transfusion.
 * I don't want to see that loser!
 * But he's got a serious job now with a suit, and tie. They even call him Mr. Robinson.
 * Really? How's he doing?
 * Overworked...underpaid...downtrodden...
 * ...kinda soulless actually.
 * Ah, my Rocky finally became a man. [Grunts] [Strains]
 * Mr. Robinson! What's wrong?
 * I was trying to shed a tear of happiness, but I think my heart's too dry.
 * But the only problem is he's so busy now that he can't come right away.
 * But don't worry! We'll take care of you until he arrives. Day and night!
 * [Strains]
 * What's wrong?
 * Ah! We need to call the doctor!
 * Which one is it?!
 * I don't know! Try them all!
 * [Rushes in] What has happened to this man?! He looks like an empty sausage! He needs a stuffing transfusion, stat!
 * What's wrong?
 * Ah! We need to call the doctor!
 * Which one is it?!
 * I don't know! Try them all!
 * [Rushes in] What has happened to this man?! He looks like an empty sausage! He needs a stuffing transfusion, stat!
 * [Rushes in] What has happened to this man?! He looks like an empty sausage! He needs a stuffing transfusion, stat!
 * [Rushes in] What has happened to this man?! He looks like an empty sausage! He needs a stuffing transfusion, stat!

Back at Chanax

 * Rocky, quick! Your dad needs a "stating stanfusion, trat"!
 * Oh, he can't leave. He signed a contract. Mr. Chanax owns his spirit now.
 * Come on, man. It' just a job.
 * [Endlessly typing] Kid, they kept me here 47 years straight. I missed my own wedding, my kids growing up, even my own retirement.
 * Rocky, we helped you find this job; now we're gonna help you lose it!
 * Nah, you can't get fired; it's too much paperwork.
 * Well, this is what I think of your paperwork!
 * Thanks. Come on Rocky! We're getting your spirit back!
 * [Coughs] [Weakly] Rocky…
 * How are we gonna get his spirit back?
 * We need to get into the boss' office, and get him out of his contract!
 * All we have to do is to go through the accounting department, then the archive department, then the secretary's desk, then the-
 * [Whispering] What about your Christmas bonus? What about your Dental plan? What about a raise??
 * Yeah...what about a raise?
 * We need to run! THIS PLACE IS EVIL!
 * [Whispering] What about a promotion???
 * [Echoing] NO!!!!! [Slams door shut]
 * Whoa…
 * Sh! One loud noise, and we'll all end up under an avalanche of paperwork.
 * [Quietly] Come on, man! We're nearly there.
 * [Mutters] So warm, it's like it's just been Xeroxed...! [Sinks into paperwork]
 * [Quietly] Rocky, no! Darwin, help!
 * It's okay! I got his other hand.
 * Wait, what? [Pulls out rocky]
 * No, don't!
 * Good afternoon! Do you have an appointment?
 * No. But we can wait.
 * Oh, I'm afraid that's gonna have to wait after lunch. [Monster voice] MY LUNCH!!!!
 * AH-A! Maybe we'll come back another day.
 * [Inhales] Feels like I should say something clever, but I got nothing.
 * Look's like she found us a window.
 * [Sighs]
 * You were the first people to ever make it to this office. Congratulations.
 * Where's Mr. Chanax?!
 * [Monster voice] Let them see me!
 * Yes...master.
 * I am Mr. Chanax! I believe this is what you came for? [Takes out the jar from earlier] [Takes off the cap and inhale the air inside] That's right! I feed on the spirits of my employees. [Gesturing to Rocky] Kneel before your master!
 * [Kneels]
 * That's right! Dance, my little puppet. [Laughs]
 * [Stops Rocky] Enough! Let him go!
 * Oh, but I'm afraid no one can leave...not now that you've discovered my secret! [Gestures to Gumball and Darwin]
 * Yah! [Gestures to Gumball and Darwin some more; still nothing.] What? Why isn't this working?
 * Because your power only works on people who signed a contract.
 * Yeah. That means nothing to us, man.
 * [Grabs contract] This contract is just like you: it's only paper!
 * Put that down! Or I'll...I'll drink his spirit! [Grabs jar]
 * That's not his spirit, man. It's just a jar full of old breath. [Rips contract]
 * Nooooo! [Shrivels]
 * [Gasp] I'm free! I'm finally free!
 * [Turns back to normal] What happened?
 * No time to explain! We're going to the hospital!
 * Dear employees, after 400 years in the business, Mr. Chanax has decided to pursue new goals, and spend more time with his family. The shareholders have named me as his replacement. Thank you very much. NOW GET BACK TO WORK, SLAVES!
 * [Kneels]
 * That's right! Dance, my little puppet. [Laughs]
 * [Stops Rocky] Enough! Let him go!
 * Oh, but I'm afraid no one can leave...not now that you've discovered my secret! [Gestures to Gumball and Darwin]
 * Yah! [Gestures to Gumball and Darwin some more; still nothing.] What? Why isn't this working?
 * Because your power only works on people who signed a contract.
 * Yeah. That means nothing to us, man.
 * [Grabs contract] This contract is just like you: it's only paper!
 * Put that down! Or I'll...I'll drink his spirit! [Grabs jar]
 * That's not his spirit, man. It's just a jar full of old breath. [Rips contract]
 * Nooooo! [Shrivels]
 * [Gasp] I'm free! I'm finally free!
 * [Turns back to normal] What happened?
 * No time to explain! We're going to the hospital!
 * Dear employees, after 400 years in the business, Mr. Chanax has decided to pursue new goals, and spend more time with his family. The shareholders have named me as his replacement. Thank you very much. NOW GET BACK TO WORK, SLAVES!
 * [Turns back to normal] What happened?
 * No time to explain! We're going to the hospital!
 * Dear employees, after 400 years in the business, Mr. Chanax has decided to pursue new goals, and spend more time with his family. The shareholders have named me as his replacement. Thank you very much. NOW GET BACK TO WORK, SLAVES!
 * Dear employees, after 400 years in the business, Mr. Chanax has decided to pursue new goals, and spend more time with his family. The shareholders have named me as his replacement. Thank you very much. NOW GET BACK TO WORK, SLAVES!

Back At The Hospital

 * It's a brave boy you got there, Mr. Robinson. He gave a lot.
 * [Weakly] It was nothing.
 * You've made your parents proud, son. Isn't that right, Margaret?
 * Dad, I love you. But I can't be like you. I'm sorry, but I'm going back to my old life. [Rips off part of "suit"] Ah!! I forgot this was sprayed on...
 * It's okay son. I understand.
 * You do?
 * Yes.
 * Are you sure? 'Cause…
 * Yes. [Twitches]
 * Are you really sure? Because it looks like you're gonna-
 * You do?
 * Yes.
 * Are you sure? 'Cause…
 * Yes. [Twitches]
 * Are you really sure? Because it looks like you're gonna-
 * Are you really sure? Because it looks like you're gonna-