Catscratch (2005–2007)

Kevin McDonald: Waffle, Gomez, Newts, Waffle Robot

Quotes 

• Waffle : Splee!

• Mr. Blick : I have an idea!

  Waffle : I have an idea, too!

  Mr. Blick : What's your idea?

  Waffle : To listen to your idea!

• Gordon : I'm attempting to train bacon to walk. Imagine it, Blik: a world where bacon could walk straight into your mouth.

  Waffle : Hello, Mr. Blik!

  Mr. Blik : [jumps in surprise]  Waffle! Where were you? I was sopping wet.

  Gordon : And after you've finished with Blik, I need you to wash the pants I made for my bacon.

• Mr. Blick : Look!

  Waffle : [gasps]  A finger!

• Mr. Blick : Soon enough I will fulfill my dream of going to China. Land of the geisha.

  Waffle : That's Japan.

  Mr. Blick : Land of miso soup.

  Waffle : That's Japan.

  Mr. Blick : Land of cherry trees.

  Waffle : That's still Japan.

  Mr. Blick : Ah, China.

• Gordon : That trip to China is mine. Land of the samurai.

  Waffle : That's Japan.

  Gordon : Of Mount Fuji.

  Waffle : That's Japan.

  Gordon : Land of French fries.

  Waffle : That's... Canada?

• Waffle : We're alive!

  Barkmeat : This isn't over! The struggle between your kind and my kind will continue on until only one is left! Evil aside, you're pretty okay. For a cat.

• Waffle : Hello class of '85. Today, we say goodbye to our school but we say hello to our future... makin' French Fries!

• Mr. Blick : Remember this historic moment, boys, 'cause we're going to the moon!

  Waffle : Woo-hoo! Zero-G basketball! Pop a wheelie!

  Hovis : Have fun, boys.

  Mr. Blick : Hovis, from now on, you shall refer to us as catstronauts.

  Hovis : That sounds painful.

• Gordon : Now what's the moral of this story?

  Mr. Blick : To get rocks from the moon so I can win the cook-off!

  Waffle : I thought it was never trust a seal lady.

• Barkmeat : What are you?

  Waffle : I'm a dog. So I guess that makes us brothers, right?

  Barkmeat : Fear is my brother, destruction my sister and pestilence my third cousin twice removed.

  Waffle : Wow, big family.

• Mr. Blik : How did this happen?

  Gordon : Well, it wasn't us, Blik. I was preparin' the food, and Waffle was making dip.

  Waffle : Right. Green cookbook, blue room.

  Gordon : Right.

  [pause] 

  Gordon : Laddie, I said *blue* cookbook, *green* room. Green cookbook, blue room is... *The Scottish Book of the Dead!*

  Waffle : Oh. That explains the long and mysterious incantation with sour cream.

• Gordon : [reminiscing about Mrs. Cramdilly]  Do you remember when she found us, curled up with our ma in the laundry hamper?

  Mrs. Cramdilly : [in a flashback]  My, look at you, so brave and proud!

  Gordon : That was the day *I* became her favorite.

  Mr. Blik : *You?* Her favorite? Hah! *I* was the favorite. It was me.

  Waffle : Nuh-uh. I was. She let me sleep on her head!

• Mr. Blick : [the two are dressed as a unicorn, and Waffle is dropping eggs]  What are you doing?

  Waffle : I'm laying eggs. It's so we can find our way back!

  Mr. Blick : Unicorns don't lay eggs!

  Waffle : Oh, yeah? And how do *you* know?

  Mr. Blick : Because *I'm* in the head. It's where the brains are. Now come on!

• [Mr. Blick pulls on the ship's wheel and Waffle pulls on the other end] 

  Waffle : I'm not leaving without Gordon! It's my ship too!

  Mr. Blick : Well, I'm taking control of it; it's called Mutiny!

  Waffle : Well, if you can mutiny, so can I. I mutiny, mutiny!

  Mr. Blick : Then I mutiny, mutiny, mutiny!

  Waffle : Then I mutiny, mutiny, mutiny, mutiny!

  [both continue to shout "mutiny" over and over] 

• [the race has begun and Waffle idles at the starting line] 

  Mr. Blick : Go, Waffle, go!

  Gordon : Waffle!

  Waffle : Gotta be safe with my little newt buddy on board.

  Mr. Blick : Go, go go! Waffle, come on!

  Gordon : Forget the newt!

  Waffle : Safety first for my little newty newt newt.

• Barkmeat : [flames develop and a dark shadow of Barkmeat appears]  Who dares enter the sanctity of my domain? Name yourself.

  Waffle : W-W-Waffle. Wh-who are you?

  Barkmeat : History has given me many names. You may call me...

  [Shrimpy dog arrives] 

  Barkmeat : Barkmeat.

• Gordon : I'm afraid the right, sweet root beer has slipped out of our tiny paws. I mean it's not like we can dress up as girls and crash the party.

  Mr. Blick : Yeah... unless, we dress up as girls and crash the party!

  Waffle : Then we can play *beauty salon makeover*!

  [giggles giddily] 

  Mr. Blick : Gordon, bag of bees.

  Gordon : Aye, bag of bees.

  [Gordon hands Mr. Blick a bag of bees, Mr. Blik shakes the bag, and sticks it on Waffle's head] 

  Waffle : Hello, bees, how are you?

  [Bees sting Waffle, sending Waffle screaming in pain] 

• Waffle : [to a statue, as Karate Cat]  You have brought evil to my garden, *Garden-Eviler*!

• Mr. Blick : Well, Waffle, I hope you've learned something from all this.

  Waffle : I have, Mr. Blick. I guess I should just be myself and not who others want me to be.

  Gordon : But, laddie, no-one wanted you to be a dog.

  Waffle : Oh, well I guess I didn't learn anything then. *Splee*!

• Mr. Blik : I call my kingdom... Blikland!

  Gordon : And I call my kingdom... Gordontown!

  Waffle : And I call my kingdom... Gordontown!