Gir- "Master? Master, where’d you go?"
Zim- "I’m right here, Gir, and keep it down! Do you wanna wake up the whole planet?"
Gir- "I do."
Purple- "Zim? You’re alive?"
Zim- "Yes, I’m alive, so very alive, and filled with goo, mission goo."
Red- "Welcome mighty Irken soldiers! You are the finest examples of military training the Irken army has to offer. Good for you. Standing BEHIND us, however are the soldiers we’ve chosen to play crucial parts in Operation Impending Doom 2! You in the audience just get to sit and watch."
Purple- "You should’ve tried harder!"
Red- "These superior ones-"
Purple- "Not quite as superior as US, of course."
Red- "Duh. These less superior than us, but still QUITE superior soldiers will each be assigned to an enemy planet!"
Purple- "There, you will blend in with it’s hideous native inhabitants."
Red- "All while gathering crucial information, assessing the planet’s weaknesses, making it vulnerable to our big...spaceship..gang..."
Purple- "The Armada? Now, let the assigning begin!"
Zim- "In case of, oh, say, a full scale alien attack, what defenses would this planet have? Tell me."
Ms. Bitters- "Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom."
Gaz- "Dib drank the last soda. He will pay."
Zim- "The blood of an invader marches through my veins like GIANT RADIOACTIVE RUBBER PANTS! The pants command me. Do not ignore my veins!"
Red- "No invader has ever been so very small. You’re very small, Zim. You’re a tiny... thing."
Zim- "Why does it hurt?!"
Zim- "Ahhh! These lenses are all scratchy!"
Dib- "Look, this is us, this is Zim. Anyone see the difference? Anyone? Anyone? Any questions?"
Kid- "Man, all you ever talk about is aliens and ghosts and seeing Bigfoot in your garage."