April Dancer: [April is talking to Mark who is hiding in a tree] Do try to look more like a sycamore won't you?
Mark Slate: Who's the glamour boy?
April Dancer: Our competition dear, THRUSH.
Alexander Waverly: Oh, and Mr. Slate, whatever you do, don't bungle this.
Mark Slate: I'll try not to sir.
Aunt Magda: [explaining her plan to fill the world with lookalike people] Last night, their Sonny kissed our Cher good night.
Mother Muffin: [a gadget has exploded in front of Rodney] Are you alright Rodney?
Rodney Babcock: Yes, Mother.
Mother Muffin: What a pity.
[Mother hits Rodney]
Mother Muffin: Stupid.