Foop: "WHAT!? He only said his name! That's all he EVER says!"
Foop: "Poof, if you join me, I'll name you vice-president."
Foop: [to self] "I thought I was going to be vice-president!"
Foop: "Quiet! you're the minister of agriculture."
Mrs. Powers: "We have a new student in our class, and his name is Foop!
Foop: "Oh, you're too kind."
Mrs. Powers: "...spelled backwards!"
"Past morons and future victims, slaves, underlings, and minions: DEATH!! PAINFUL FIERY DEATH! You wonder "Am I a leader?" DEATH!!!!!!! And so, in conclusion, vote for me or death, painful fiery death. Thank you very much."
"It's Foop, you triangular twit! One F, two Os, one P! It's not that difficult!!"
(After he had been born) "Hello Clarice, I mean mother."
"Think of it: Poof and Foop, together we make...POOP!"
"OH COME ON! WE ARE IN THE REAL WORLD!! GET SOME HELP!!!"