"There's only one rule in this house: Stay out of my bedroom!"
"No, not you, Bobby. One sec, okay?"
"Bobby, you'll never guess what Whitney said to me today."
"That you don't respect a man's privacy?"
"Oh no! My gaming glasses!"
"No running in the hallway!"
"Lana, is this maggot giving you lip?"
"Hey! Did you hear the one about the thief who stole a calendar? He got twelve months!"
"I'll walk within the speed limit. I swear."
"One minute I'm electric-sliding with the undead, and the next..."
"I can't believe it!"
"I know! She didn't even say sorry!"
"Snap out of it, Clyde! Lori's a monster!
"Agh. Must be charging her phone. No worries. I'll just leave it on her voicemail."
"Hey, this is Lori. You know what to do."
"Hey, Lori. It's your dear brother, Lincoln. There's something I've been meaning to tell you."
"What do you think, Clyde?"
"Hey, bro. I just wanna say I'm so sorry I stepped on your stupid toy."
"So I went out and bought you a stupid new one."
"You did what now?"
"Also, I'm very impressed you didn't freak out over this. Very mature."
"Clyde! What have I done? I called Lori a-" [guitar riff] "-when she's actually a-" [harp string] "What am I gonna do?!"
"You're right! Lori clearly hasn't listened to the voicemail yet, or I'd be a human pretzel. We gotta delete the message!"
"If you want our couple name to be Lobby, you're going to have to show a little-"
"Why Lori is the worst sister ever? Bobby, I gotta go."
"I'M ABOUT TO TURN LINCOLN INTO A HUMAN PRETZEL!!!"
"LINCOLN! WHAT IS THIS?!"
"Well, it's time to do the official dance of the Loud House: The Running Man!"
"WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I'M GONNA-"