Tress MacNeille: Charlotte Pickles

Rugrats Go Wild

Charlotte Pickles

Didi Pickles: We have to find something to eat. All I saved were a couple jars of baby food.
Howard DeVille: [cheerfully] Who knew strained peas and apricots went so well together?
Kira Finster: Ah! You ate the baby food?
Howard DeVille: Babies don't need food. I have to keep my strength up for when you all try to throw me into the *soup pot*!
Didi Pickles: He's delusional!
Drew Pickles: [points angrily at Stu] This is all *your fault*!
Stu Pickles: *My* fault?
Charlotte Pickles: Whose idea was the Stu Cruise to Doom?
Didi Pickles: Oh! I expect that from the Finsters or the DeVilles, but Charlotte!
Drew Pickles: [gets right up in Stu's face] I knew this day was coming since you were in diapers!
Kira Finster: I should have never left Paris!

Charlotte Pickles: [on the phone] Jonathan, why aren't you answering the phone? I need you to divert a tropical storm!

[Marianne Thornberry films oysters spewing water]
Marianne Thornberry: Well, it's not a clouded leopard, but at least I'll have a film of something.
[Donnie splashes in a puddle]
Marianne Thornberry: Donnie!
Howard DeVille: [chases Donnie] Stay still!
[the grown-ups stop and see her filming]
Marianne Thornberry: What--? This is supposed to be a deserted island!
Charlotte Pickles: [cries happily] Oh, thank heavens! We're part of an elaborate television stunt designed to humiliate us!
Marianne Thornberry: Who *are* you?
[they all begin talking at once]
Marianne Thornberry: Hold it! My name is Marianne Thornberry. From the nature show?
Didi Pickles: We're shipwrecked.
Betty DeVille: Can you help us, Marianne?
Marianne Thornberry: Of course. Our camp is nearby.

Charles "Chas" Finster: [goes to open the cellar door] Well, this is how we came in.
[Charlotte's eyes widen in horror]
Betty DeVille, Didi Pickles, Charlotte Pickles, Stu Pickles, Drew Pickles, Kira Finster: *NO*!
[water gushes in; everybody panics]
Didi Pickles: Kids!
[they grab the babies as the water rapidly rises]
Kira Finster: Kimi! Chuckie! Hold on to me!
Charles "Chas" Finster: Why didn't anybody stop me?

Angelica Pickles: Cynthia overboard!
[cries as Cynthia sinks into the sea]
Angelica Pickles: No, no.
Charlotte Pickles: [hugs her daughter] There, there, princess. We've all lost something today. Why, I lost my cellphone with 100 free minutes, and Daddy lost his favourite sun visor, and Uncle Stu lost all our respect.
[everybody glares at Stu, who hangs his head; Tommy looks sadly up at his father; fade to black]

Stu Pickles: [his coconut radio squeals] It's getting a signal!
Marianne Thornberry: I'm very impressed.
Didi Pickles: Oh, Stu's an inventor. Runs an ad in the shop-and-buy.
[Spike barks as he approaches with Eliza, Darwin and Debbie]
Marianne Thornberry: Girls! Have you seen some children?
Debbie Thornberry: Just a bossy three-year-old who has delusions of being a princess.
Charlotte Pickles: Angelica!
Angelica Pickles: [over radio] I'm the boss of this bathy thing!
Debbie Thornberry: [points to the radio] That's her!
Susie Carmichael: [over radio] We haven't moved a bit, Angelica.
Didi Pickles: That's Susie!
Debbie Thornberry: She must have turned on the radio in the bathysphere!
Marianne Thornberry: A *three-year-old's* driving the bathysphere?
Betty DeVille: What the heck?
[the parents surrounded Debbie and Eliza, frantically shouting questions]
Marianne Thornberry: OK! It's no problem! We can track them by radar from the Comvee.
Debbie Thornberry: Yeah, except... I sunk the Comvee.
Marianne Thornberry: You *what*?

Charles "Chas" Finster: I can't believe you did this without consulting us, Stu! Look at poor Kira! This was supposed to be our honeymoon.
[a seasick Kira vomits over the side of the boat; Didi pats her back]
Stu Pickles: Sorry, Chas. And here I was, hoping you'd be my first mate.
Charles "Chas" Finster: Me? Really?
Drew Pickles: Snap out of it, Gilligan! At the next port, we're getting off this rinky-dink tub and getting on the Lipschitz Cruise!
[Stu sadly walks away from the wheel; Drew turns it; Charlotte pulls a lever]
Stu Pickles: Don't you see? If we were on a cruise right now, we wouldn't be together! We'd be split up between the pools, the spas and the mile-long buffets.
Charlotte Pickles: [gasps and pushes Stu aside] We're missing Canadian Bacon Tuesday!
Charlotte Pickles: Oh, can't this bait trap go any faster?

Marianne Thornberry: I can't get a signal! We've got to try to reach them on your coconut!
Stu Pickles: Hello! Calling Angelica!
[shakes the radio]
Angelica Pickles: [over radio] She really *did* give me cream soda!
Drew Pickles: [grabs the radio] Angelica! Susie! Can you hear me?
Susie Carmichael: [over radio] ... without permission, Angelica!
Charlotte Pickles: Angelica, stop fighting right now and listen to your father!
Angelica Pickles: [over radio] Sorry, Mommy.