Chris, please.

Out?

Get out of my face, hag!

Move it out.

I'm afraid you're out.

Gus, I'm burnt out.

Chris, don't give up now.

He must have gotten his intelligence from toxic waste.

Mr. Peterson, time is running out.

He hasn't giggled like a schoolgirl since his brain lurched into gear.

Chris, I'm sorry about all this.

Just let him try and roust us out.

Mr. Peterson, you are running out of time.

Keep alert, and watch out for friendly fire.

I almost finished pumping out all the toxic waste.

I guess we did develop an immunity after we passed out.

I have too many fuzzy memories of this dump to just walk out.

I'll get it.

I swear, I always lose it when I get to the watch out for the tree part.

I even know how that professor on Gilligan's Island made those really cool things out of coconuts.