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| - Ms. Bitters: ...And you, Mary: Right where your head is, before the Big Bang, there was NOTHING there! Ms. Bitters: And outside, where that squirrel is, there was NOTHING! Ms. Bitters: And under your chairs, NOTHING! Ms. Bitters: And by that tree, where that dog is, nothing. Zim: Ah, phew. Ms. Bitters: Don't forget that tonight is parent-teacher night. Everyone is required to bring their parents to the cafeteria. Zim: I never agreed to attend this parent-teacher night! Ms. Bitters: Yes, you did. Zim: No. You lie! You liiiie!!! Ms. Bitters: Heh. Zim: (on recording) Yeah, sure, whatever. Zim: Huh? Zim: Ah!
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| - Ms. Bitters: ...And you, Mary: Right where your head is, before the Big Bang, there was NOTHING there! Ms. Bitters: And outside, where that squirrel is, there was NOTHING! Ms. Bitters: And under your chairs, NOTHING! Ms. Bitters: And by that tree, where that dog is, nothing. Zim: Ah, phew. Ms. Bitters: Don't forget that tonight is parent-teacher night. Everyone is required to bring their parents to the cafeteria. Zim: I never agreed to attend this parent-teacher night! Ms. Bitters: Yes, you did. Zim: No. You lie! You liiiie!!! Ms. Bitters: Heh. Ms. Bitters: (on recording) Zim, are you going to bring your parents to parent-teacher night? Zim: (on recording) Yeah, sure, whatever. Zim: Why would you tape that? Dib: Putting up a lot of fight for something as simple as parent-teacher night, Zim. I bet he doesn't even know what parents are! Zim: Of course, I do... Computerized Voice: Welcome to life, Irken child. Report for duty. Baby Zim: I love you, cold unfeeling robot arm! Ms. Bitters: You will be here tonight, Zim. You and your parents! Dib: Yeah! See you and your parents tonight, Zim! Zim: Yes. Oh, I will bring my pa-rents. And they shall be the greatest, most parental parents ever! Father Decoy: Welcome home, son! Avon Lady: Um, oh, heh. Is the lady of the house in? RoboMom: That's me! I am house lady, brush your teeth! Avon Lady: Um... (she clears her throat) I'm selling make-up and I just know you'll find something great in- Mother Decoy: (cutting her off) I said brush your teeth! Thought-Cloud Dib: I'll see you and your parents tonight, Zim! By the way, it's not called Parent-Teacher Night, it's called Zim doom parent, Zim doom zimmy... doom... night! (Thought-Cloud Dib laughs) Watch out for that puppy. Zim: Huh? Zim: Huh? Zim: Ah! GIR: No, wait! Come back! I need stuff! RoboDad: Welcome home, son! RoboMom: (holding a bag of flour) You want some dinner, sweetheart? Zim: What am I going to do? I only have a few hours before this... (Zim uses metal spider leg appendages that come out of his backpack to boost him up to the couch) ...parent teacher thing. Zim: The parent decoys aren't ready for that kind of service. Their interactive skills are too limited. Unless... GIR! GIR: Yes, sir! Zim: GIR, we have to program the parents to learn human social behavior if they are to join me for parent teacher night. GIR: Yes sir, right away! TV Voice: Failure to rotate stock destroys merchandise. TV Voice: You stupid moron! TV Voice: Do you have any ideas? GIR: Ooh! This is my favorite show! GIR: Wait, no, this is my favorite show! GIR: It's my favorite show! Yorgh: Ahhhhh! My spine! GIR: I love this show. Zim: No, GIR! The robot parents must learn proper parenting from this video program! Zim: Make sure they watch the entire video, GIR. The fate of our mission depends on it! Earth Mother: We sure are proud of our little boy. Earth Father: We sure are! Woman: Are you plagued by grass stains? Firgile: I like burritos... but they sure don't like me! The word 'Diarrhea' appears written in blood. Another TV shows a woman with a wild haircut. Woman: Who does your hair? Announcer: We now return to our movie in progress. Announcer: Poke of Doom! GIR: I love this show. RoboMom: Are you ready dear? Zim: Yes. RoboDad: Well then we otta be on our way. Zim: Yes! RoboMom: We sure are proud of you, son. RoboDad: We sure arrrrre.... GIR's Voice: I love this show. Mr. Elliot: Hey kids, it's your dad! I never knew he was a floating head! Dib: No, he's not. My dad's just really busy and he couldn't be here in person. He's transmitting live from his lab across town. Mr. Elliot: Hey, my dad was like that too, you know I understand. It's nice to meet you, professor. Mr. Elliot: I'm Mr. Elliot, huh, your daughter Gaz's teacher! Prof. Membrane: I'm sorry but I'm very busy right now. We're testing some highly unstable- NOOO! You have the mixture all wrong! Zim: These are my parents, I love them with all my heart. Zim: I must have punch now! Ms. Bitters: When you were my students, I said you'd amount to nothing. And I was right, you're nothing! Dib: Hello, Zim. Zim: Dib. Dib: Dad, there's somebody I want you to meet. This is Zim. You know, the alien. Prof. Membrane: And what country is the little green boy from? Zim: Yes, yes, that's fascinating. Zim: So, what's goin' on? Billy Slunchy: My mom won't shut up about me. It's really embarrassing. Mongo Slunchy: At least she's not showing the pictures. Mrs. Slunchy: Oh, and you've just gotta see these pictures! Mrs. Slunchy: Now here's Billy cryin' when he was kicked off the soccer team for cryin' too much! Mother Decoy: Grass stains sure are tough to get out of those soccer uniforms! Father Decoy: Sports aren't everything. I'm sure your boy will find... something he's good at. Ted Slunchy: That's true. (Mrs. Slunchy nods) Hey! Try one of these cookies! My wife made them! Father Decoy: Thanks, Ted! Mother Decoy: Oh no. Honey, is it- Father Decoy: Yup! Diarrhea! Mother Decoy: I have just the thing for that! Mother Decoy: Who does your hair? Mrs. Slunchy: Ow, ow, ow! My head! Zim: Mom, I think we should go home now! Mother Decoy: Don't tell me what to do young man! You go to your room! Mr. Elliot: Hey, is your dad feeling well? Zim: Yes, he's perfectly fine. Zim: Nothing to worry about! My dad lost his arm in the, uh, the war! Father Decoy: (on his knees) That was my squeezin' arm. They took my squeezing arm! Why my squeezing arm?! Mongo Slunchy: Quit pokin' my mom's head! Zim: Look, mom, we really have to go! Please. Now, please! Mother Decoy: Honey, you're upset! Zim: Yes! And I want to go home! Mother Decoy: I know what'll cheer you up. Dib: Look everyone, look! Woman: Can't you see this woman is suffering from severe pokie trauma!?! Zim: Uck, mom, dad. I think I've broken my spine! My spine! Mother Decoy: Awe, honey. I think it's time we took you home. Dib: Lemme guess. Nobody saw that, right? Hugh Monstro: Hey! Hugh Monstro: That kid's throwing punch!
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