Plankton

I hate the young people's music.

Okay Neptune, time to kill.

I see you...ZAP!

I will not eat dirt.

Chum is metabolic fuel.

Maybe Krabs can handle one Plankton, but let's see him take on two, or ten, or a hundred, or a thousand!

Ground me if you want, nothing will unroast the Thanksgiving turkey.

Oh come all ye fearful, cower as I CRUSH YOU!

That's it, mister! You just lost your brain privileges!

I refuse to deteriorate my intelligence back to the stone age for this fomfoolery...oh dear, is that a T-Rex?

Secret mission, eh? Don't you think I know what you're up to? You want to eat at the Chum Bucket without your boss knowing. Karen, we've got a customer!

I am boycotting Cosmic Shake unless I appear in it!

Booster seat? Hot dog!

I would like to make it clear that I'm perplexed as to why I've evoked the wrath of Brazil and have nothing but love for the people of that country.

Booster seat? Hot dog!

I, THE AMAZING PLANKTON

Felicitations malefactors!

Alright, which Chum Buddy wants to be the first to lose their brain privileges?

I sure hope the Buddies are ready for Octerror!