Rosebud: How do I look?
Mudbud: Uh... Like our sister in a space suit.
B-Dawg: I know I look tight.
Budderball: Mine's a little little too tight. Somebody give me a paw?
[Rosebud goes to help Budderball]
[Rosebud pulls Budderball's paw, and he farts causing his suit to inflate]
B-Dawg: Check it! It's the Good Year blimp!
Spudnick: Dreams are like stars. You can't touch them, but if you follow them, they will lead you to your destiny. I used to dream of being the first dogronaut to walk on the moon. And now, I dream of going home to my boy, Sasha.
Rosebud: Looks like he got a time out.
Buddha: When it rains, Mudbud gets grounded. He's a repeat offender.
Budderball: Remember the time I snagged a sample of the Thanksgiving turkey? I got a time out for that too.
B-Dawg: Sample shmample! You ate the whole butterball turkey, dawg!
Budderball: It's kind of embarrassing to be named after a turkey.
Budderball: [sees a refridgerator full of vegetables] Where's the beef?
B-Dawg: Check it! I'm doing the moonwalk!
Budderball: I've never been so hungry in my life! I think I may have to eat that broccoli just to stay alive!
[eats all the broccoli]
Mudbud: [after Budderball finishes] Oh, dude! I can't believe you ate the whole thing!
Budderball: Well, I always said I'd eat broccoli when puppies fly.
B-Dawg: Who put the Red Bull in Buddha's doggie bowl?
Mudbud: This is out of this world... literally.
B-Dawg: Come on, aliens. I ain't scared of nothing. Because I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee, dawg.
Spudnick: I am no alien. Though, I suppose if I stay in space any longer, I may qualify.
Rosebud: [wearing a new pink space suit] This is more like it! I feel much prettier in pink!
Rosebud: One small step for dog... one giant leap for dogkind.
Buddha: The window of opportunity is upon us. Let's use it.
Budderball: I don't reccomend lift off on a full stomach.
Yuri: [as Spudnick plays a ballerina music box] Ah, now that sounds good. Hold me closer, tiny dancer.
Dr. Finkel: Again, please refrain from touching anything with your hands... you slimy, little, germ-infested creatures.