Judge Trudy: Mr. Bravo, you're accused of littering. Do you have a lawyer?
Johnny Bravo: No, your honor. I'll be defending myself.
[makes karate moves]
Johnny Bravo: Hoohahuh!
Judge Trudy: Are you familiar with the saying that any man who defends himself has a fool for a client?
Johnny Bravo: Then, I'm hired!
Judge Trudy: All right, Mr. Bravo, how do you plead?
Johnny Bravo: Like this -
[in begging voice]
Johnny Bravo: Please, oh, plea-ease!
Judge Trudy: [slams hammer] I could hold you in contempt.
Johnny Bravo: I don't care how you hold me, just hold me.
Judge Trudy: Mr. Bravo! Do you have anything to say in your defense?
Johnny Bravo: I sweat a lot, but my breath is minty fresh.
Judge Trudy: Mr. Bravo. Normally I dismiss cases like yours, but in this instance, I'm going to sentence you to 86 consecutive life sentences.
Johnny Bravo: All right... wait, is that bad?
Judge Trudy: Take this knuckle-walking Neandertal out of here!
Johnny Bravo: [being dragged away] Uhm, can I have that lawyer now?
Johnny Bravo: Woah, momma.
Gorgeous woman: What kind of idiot are you?
Johnny Bravo: I don't know, what kinds are there?
Johnny Bravo: Now remember, I do my best work when I'm being worshipped as a god.
Kid: [shouts] Look, Mommy! That guy's looking at pictures of almost naked men!
[the whole store stares at Johnny]
Johnny Bravo: This is a men's fitness magazine, I want to look *like* this, not at this... I've got nothin' to be ashamed of!
[walks up to cashier ashamed, and drops change on the counter]
Johnny Bravo: ... TV Guide.
Johnny Bravo: Don't touch the hair!
Johnny Bravo: Hey, Foxy Mama. You smell kinda pretty, wanna smell me? Hoohah!
Johnny Bravo: Great Scott. My pizza-sense is tingling.
Johnny Bravo: You know, you'd think a person with that much hate in her heart wouldn't gravitate towards the service industry.
Pops: Ehh, e-everyone stay calm... because we're all doomed!
Momma: Here's your money, Susie. Thanks to you, everything is back to normal.
Mongo: Or is it?
Johnny Bravo: Sweet. Bring on the Danish chicks and cream soda.
Johnny Bravo: Mama mia. That's a spicy meatball.
Suzy: I hope this doesn't go on my permanent record.
Pops: Fetch me the Fez of Forgetfulness.