Carpe Diem!

Baljeet: That is a statement that means nothing

Isabella: No

Baljeet: It was an obvious nonetheless important article

Phineas: That sentence...wasn't good

Doofenshmirtz: I don't like orzo. It's too small. It weirds me out

Carl: I don't know, I canceled the appointments

Doofenshmirtz: After this, she'll know what real coffee tastes like and won't be able to go back. She'll have to brew her own or stop at a fancy place each morning. This gift will cost her thousands of dollars a year.

Candace: I couldn't take that chance

Carl: [opens door then shuts it again]

Doofensmirtz: Unfortunately I've hit a snag, namely that ectoplasm tastes terrible and also if you ingest it you permanently lose the capacity to feel joy. So now I've got a bunch of unsatisfied customers who are literally impossible to please banging on my door at all hours. It doesn't really matter though because the ghosts are already constantly slamming all my doors and cabinets so it's just a wall of sound in here at all times anyway. I'm pretty sure i've got tinnitus now but on the upside I've got this new business idea where I repair old dolls with kintsugi and sell them at a ridiculous markup to etsy women in cuffed corduroy pants.

Isabella: Put a little hot sauce on that bad boy