- Brandy Harrington: How would you like it if I told everyone your secrets?
- Mr. Whiskers: What secrets?
- Brandy Harrington: Like, you collect toejam, you're afraid of belly lint, you pass gas in your sleep!!
- Mr. Whiskers: I pass gas in my sleep? Cool!
- Brandy Harrington: I'm cutting you off!
- Mr. Whiskers: Aw, but Brandy, I *crave* your anguished ramblings, even more so now that they're taboo! The forbidden fruit! The desire of dare not speaketh name!...I also like the way you dot your 'I's with hearts.