- Angelica Pickles: [Last lines. After Tommy and Chuckie were dreaming that they were big people, Angelica comes out of the curtains and transforms into an evil devil] Oh... . boyyyys, time to play HOUSE! HAHAHAHA!
- Angelica Pickles: [sees Tommy reaching for Didi's lipstick from across the playpen] What, little babies wanna play with mommy's lip stitch crayon?
- Chuckie, Tommy: Uh huh!
- Angelica Pickles: Okay
- [picks it up and waves it front of them]
- Angelica Pickles: Say pretty, pretty, pretty please
- Chuckie, Tommy: Pretty, pretty, pretty peas!
- Angelica Pickles: Close enough here you go
- [throw it to them]
- Tommy: [Chuckie picks it up] Ooh, gee thanks Angelica!
- Angelica Pickles: Sure Tommy, no problem. I mean, what are big cousins for?
- Tommy: [excited] Open it Chuckie, open it!
- [he takes off the lid and twist it open]
- Angelica Pickles: Do you like it?
- Chuckie, Tommy: Uh huh!
- Angelica Pickles: Are you happy?
- Chuckie, Tommy: Uh huh!
- Angelica Pickles: Good!
- [yelling]
- Angelica Pickles: Aunt Didi, Aunt Didi the babies are playing with your lip stitch!
- [Didi runs over and takes it from them]
- Didi Pickles: [opens the front door] It's such an honour to have you, Dr.-- Ah! Charles!
- Charles "Chas" Finster: Ah! Didi!
- Didi Pickles: I'm sorry, Charles. I thought you were a famous psychologist.
- Charles "Chas" Finster: Nope. Just another faceless bureaucrat coming over to pick up his son.
- Stu Pickles: Didi's in a bit of a frenzy with this Dr. Lipschitz coming over.
- Charles "Chas" Finster: Lipschitz? *The* Lipschitz?
- Didi Pickles: Why, yes. I didn't know you read Lipschitz.
- Charles "Chas" Finster: [excitedly] *Read* him? I've got his twelve-volume complete works, the books on tape and the brand-new how-to video guide!
- Lou Pickles: [enters the room] You mean that guy who's always telling people how to raise their kids? I can't believe you people take that crack pot seriously!
- Dr. Lipschitz: [German accent] Crack pot?
- [they gasp and turn to see Dr. Lipschitz walk into the house carrying an orange doctor's bag]
- Stu Pickles: [nervously] Heh, he meant a very skilled, intelligent, *brilliant* crack pot.
- Dr. Lipschitz: Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja. N-now, where's ze goulash?
- Didi Pickles: It'll be ready soon, Dr. Lipschitz. Please, come in.
- Dr. Lipschitz: [unenthusiastically] You are too kind.