Zim: Ooh! Ooh! Me! Me! Pick Zim! Zim is me! Zim is me! Zim shall rule! Pick Zim! Zim! Me! I am Zim!
Administration Droid: Zim. Analysis: moron. Suitable. Candidate 2 needed. Volunteers?
Dib: But Zim's criminally insane! That's not good!
Administration Droid: Dib. Analysis: annoying.
[The administration droid slams a muzzle on Dib's head.]
Dib: Sorry…I'm late…Horrible nightmare visions…
Ms. Bitters: It's called life, Dib. Sit Down.
Ms. Bitters: Children, your performance was miserable. Your parents will all receive phone calls instructing them to love you less now.
Skool Children: Awww...
[Zim is walking home from Skool with a kid he just met and talking to him.]
Zim: And then, Dib says... Arrgghhh!!! ...in front of the whole class! Filthy slug! Ms. Bitters called on ME! Understand? Filthy, squirmy Dib. Squirmy!!!
Spuddy: What are you talking about? Who are you?
Zim: I can't believe the things that human has done to me! Me! And... RRRR! DIB!
Spuddy: Why are you following me? I don't even go to your school!
Zim: And the... OHHH! He makes me so mad! The horrible puny-brained meat child!
[The boy turns and starts running for the door of his house.]
Zim: With his little glasses, and his... HEAD!
[The boy slams the door shut and Zim walks up towards it as he continues to rant.]
Zim: [in a mocking voice] My name is Dib with my pointy hair! POINTY HAIR! I eat food and have stuff!