Papa Smurf: All right, smurfs, let’s smurf this meeting to order.
Marklar: I’m not a marklar.
Papa Smurf: What the smurf is a marklar?
Marklar: It’s a marklar.
Papa Smurf: We’ll smurf that later. Any other smurfing to smurf?
Boomhauer: Dang, mmm tell you wuh knn ib draw ter yuh inkin’ faw.
Marklar: Open your marklar, you marklar.
Milton: Excuse me—
Papa Smurf: The smurf recognizes the smurf.
Milton: Excuse me, excuse me, I want, can I say, because I don’t, I don’t, it’s not the first time I’ve brought it up, I asked Don too, the guy who did the thing, and he said, he said you should ask them, so I did, and I didn’t hear anything, I didn’t get a, an answer, so I want to ask again, because the thing, you see, the thing is, I’m not a, I don’t think anyway, I’m not really a smurf, I don’t, I like them, it’s not that they’re not good, they’re blue, you’re blue, but I’m not—
Boomhauer: Con sarn murble fargin dip stick, mmm hnnger wah drop tin skick yoo batchery, I tell you whut, dang.
Spider: Mm kuh bib mother, guh missah dogga panna mother not a honna bodda dead…
Papa Smurf: Is that smurf smurfing?
Marklar: I think his marklar is marklar’d.
Muttley: Rassin frassin hurkin tackin crap.
