- The Exterminator: [gets out a spider tracking device]
- Music Teacher: What is that?
- The Exterminator: It's a high-tech microchip thermonuclear light-sensitive radioactive blue-screen laptop computer generator triple decker arachnid detector and etch-a-sketch, any more questions?
- The Exterminator: [attaching a huge tube to the vent]
- Music Teacher: What's this big thing?
- The Exterminator: It's a highly virulent malodorous toxic poison that upon contact will burn and corrode, you might want to crack a window.
- The Exterminator: [getting out a super strong vacuum cleaner]
- Music Teacher: What is that thing?
- The Exterminator: This is my bugmatic auto-suction compressor with turbocharged instant matter multi-detachment, it really sucks.
- The Exterminator: [while trying to suck the spider with the super-vacuum] Try this you fly-eating son of an egg-sack.
- The Exterminator: [after being tripped and crashing the dining room table] This bug needs killing REAL bad.
- The Exterminator: [after failed killing Itsy Bitsy] He leaves me no alternatives, but to bomb the house.
- Little Girl: I gotta get out of here!
- [bikes away at a far distance]
- Music Teacher: BOMB DE HOUSE? You mean like the Hoffmires there?
- The Itsy Bitsy Spider: Duh.
- [last lines]
- Music Teacher: [her house in ruins] Help me... call 911...
- [the cat angrily hits the teacher's head with an iron pipe]
- Little Girl: [to Itsy] I guess next week's lesson is off, huh?
- [they laugh and cycle off]