Bueno Nacho


 * Wade: I have bad news.
 * Kim: No kidding. I can not afford this jacket.




 * Ron: Is that a clip-on tie, Ned?
 * Ned: [clipping and unclipping tie] For quick removal in the event of a grease fire.




 * Ron: Oh, no... no, no, not the puppy dog pout!




 * Drakken: A-ha! Eat magma, Milwaukee!
 * [He slams his fist down on the "fire" button, but only molten cheese pours out.]
 * Drakken: Why isn't Milwaukee eating magma? (as molten cheese rises around his ankles) Please do not tell me that this place is actually made of cheese! I thought it was a cheese-covered building!
 * Sinking Tour Guide: (floating by) Oh, golly, no. You'd be surprised... (gets swamped) BLUB BLUG GLUG...




 * Ron: Rufus, this is a precision instrument, incredibly complex. Better mess with everything.




 * Ron: [over loudspeaker at Bueno Nacho] Fifty-eight, your order's great! Fifty-nine, looking fine! Sixty, um... your food's ready.




 * Kim: Ron. We might have a lead on Drakken. (weighing them in her hand) Drakken... nachos? I'm gonna have to go with Drakken.
 * Ron: Well, that kind of 'tude is narrowing the race for "employee of the month."




 * Kim: ...Mom, do you have me on speaker?
 * Kim's Mom: Sorry, honey - I've got both hands in a fifty-two-year-old male's temporal lobe.




 * Drakken: [to Kim] You see?! Any second now, I will strike swiftly, and without mercy...!
 * Shego:...Er...actually, make it more like...half hour?
 * Drakken: Fine, whatever.




 * Drakken: Excuse me... I have to go make a scene.




 * Kim: Ron, get to the laser drill. I'll take care of Shego.
 * Ron: Great plan...! What exactly is the plan, again?




 * Ron: [Rufus picks up dog biscuit] Don't eat it, Rufus! It could be -
 * [Rufus stuffs the biscuit in Ron's mouth]
 * Ron: - Hmm. Mmm. Bacony.




 * Kim: ...What're you eating?
 * Ron: Taco meets Nacho. I call it: 'The Naco.'
 * Kim: ...I call it gross beyond reason.




 * Ron: I belong... I belong to Bueno Nacho! Yo amo esto lugar! ("I love this place!")
 * Rufus: Si! ("Yes!")




 * Ned: Your bilingual wiles will hold no sway with me, Miss Possible. I am management.




 * Ned: Well, well, well! Looks like you've got a choice to make, Stoppable! What's more important - Your sacred duty as assistant manager, or your pathetic role as goofy sidekick?
 * [Ron and Ned circle each other before coming to a halt]
 * Ron: Well that's no choice at all. I guess it's time to say... Buenos noches, Bueno Nacho. (Good night, Bueno Nacho)




 * Drakken: [To a henchman]  Can't you drill any faster?ǃ  I'd have built an entire army of evil robots in the time it's taken you to penetrate the Earth's crust!