Mr. Turner: Hello? Mr. Turner? It's me, Mr. Turner!
Mr. Turner: Curse you my own two feet! [grabs feet] STOP HURTING MY WIFE! [falls] (to Timmy) No time to talk! Quick, take this thirty seven leaf clover and go enjoy yourself!
Mr. Turner: Gadzooks! I'm not leaving until every crack in this park is filled! [grabs trowel, plaster, notices a plumber with loose pants nearby and is about to fill in the "crack" when the man runs away] COME BACK!
Timmy Turner: Hey you! Stop hurting my mom and ruining my day! And hurting my mom! I wanna talk to those anti-fairies right now!
Timmy: We're in the Fairy World! Where are the Anti-Fairies?
Anti-Cosmo: [speaks like a British gentleman] I'm the Anti-Fairy Cosmo. I'm not an idiot in any manner whatsoever.
Anti-Wanda: [speaks with stereotypical "redneck" drawl] And I'm the Anti-Wanda. I'm incredibly stupid and eats with my feets. [picks up sandwich with her feet and takes a bite out of it]
Anti-Cosmo: You see, we've been trapped behind that blasted barrier for centuries. But we knew some on some Friday the 13th, some child would be stupid enough to make his fairies bring him here and wish all of us free. You're our hero. Our BIG STUPID hero!
Anti-Fairy reporter: What a scoop! [takes a photograph of Anti-Cosmo posing with Timmy]
Timmy: Oh man, this is really bad, isn't it?
Cosmo: I'll say. That Anti-Cosmo made me feel like an idiot. [picks up sandwich with his feet and takes a bite out of it]