Chowder: [to Schnitzel] Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup. And you were mustard. Which is weird, because usually you're mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that is?
Chowder:Time out... fat kid running!
Mung Daal: Chowder, a good chef must listen to his gut! What does your gut say?
Chowder: My gut, eh?
(lifts up shirt)
Gut: CAKE!!
Shnitzel: Radda radda!
Mung Daal: Is it Fivesday already?
Chowder: Why is Shnitzel always get so happy on Fivesday? Is it the day he makes a poo?
Mung Daal: No! Fivesday is payday. You see, Chowder, as my apprentice, you work to gain knowledge.
Chowder: Knowledge!
Mung Daal: But grown-ups, like Shnitzel, work for money; each week he gets a paycheck.
Mung Daal: You take the moon and you take the sun.
Chowder: You take everything that seems like fun.
Truffles: You stir it all up and when your done.
Shnitzel: Radda Radda Radda Radda Radda Radda Radda.(You share a big piece with everyone.)
Everyone: So come on in and feel free to do some looking.
Everyone: Stay awhile 'cause somethin's aways cooking.
Everyone: Come on in and feel free to do some looking.
Everyone: Stay awhile 'cause somethin's always cooking.........Yeah!
Mung Daal: The Ladies love it. Oh, yeah.
Chowder: Food! Food! Food! Food! Food!
Truffles Maybe Chowder.