Mrs. Turner: We have to get a message to Timmy and let him know we're sorry!
Doug Dimmadome: Timmy, eh? Well, he did reunite me with my long lost son, but then again he did try to thwart my efforts to bulldoze Dimmsdale Flats, he also got in the way of me getting the Striker Z race car, but then again it was a screaming metal death trap. On the other hand...
Mr. Turner: Ohh, c'mon. While he is babbling incoherently in that odd Southern drawl, lets get a televised message to Timmy!
Doug Dimmadome: ...But he did ruin my chances of moving the Ballhogs to Alaska, and I had already bought them blubber nuggets! But they were chewy!
Mrs. Turner: Oh, how can we ever thank you?
Doug Dimmadome: By getting the heck out of my office. That kid is nothing but trouble!