- Mabel Pines: [sighs] I just don't get it, Wendy. I hug a lot, I can burp the alphabet, I have scratch and sniff clothing. Why does every boy leave me?
- Wendy Corduroy: Pfft, who cares? Boys are the worst. You shouldn't get hung up, man.
- Mabel Pines: Maybe I come on too strong, you know?
- Wendy Corduroy: Well, what's your opener? Pretend I'm a boy.
- [She puts up her hair, giving herself a mustache]
- Wendy Corduroy: Mmm, testosterone.
- [spits]
- Mabel Pines: [loudly] HI! I'M MABEL! I'M TWELVE AND I OWN A PIG! WANT TO GET MARRIED?
- Wendy Corduroy: [laughs] Honestly, that was perfect.
- [as she puts her hair back down]
- Wendy Corduroy: You should just forget about guys, man.
- Mabel Pines: Wendy, that's it. Forget about guys!
- [She picks up the memory gun]
- Mabel Pines: I just need to type "summer romances" into this thing, and I won't feel bad about them anymore.
- Soos: [singing along with the radio] Am I blanchin', Girl we blanchin', I live up in a mansion.
- Wendy Corduroy: Ugh! I can't get that terrible song out of my head.
- Soos: Oh, you mean "Straight Blanchin'" by 'Lil Bigg Dawggg? It's the catchiest song of the summer.
- Wendy Corduroy: What is "blanchin"? Rappers can't just make up words!
- Soos: Rappers are visionaries, Wendy.