- Dad: [opening the window after hearing an engine and a loud horn] Oh, hey boys.
- Phineas: Dad, you might want to wipe the queen off your face.
- Dad: Oh, yeah. Thanks... Crickey! A monster truck!
- Phineas: Yeah! Isn't it sweet? It's to help Candace how to parallel park and stuff. We figured if she learned how to drive one of these monsters, she'd have the confidence to drive anything.
- Dad: Oh yeah, brilliant. But I'd better check with mom about this...
- [dialing on his cell and mom picks up]
- Dad: Hello honey. Yes, yes. I love you too, darling. Are you aware that the boys have a monster truck in the back yard?
- Mom: [at cooking school, walking into class] Honestly, you're as bad as Candace.
- Dad: Ok, ok. Just checking.
- [hangs up]
- Dad: It's a go boys! I'll get your sister!
- Mom: What are you two doing today?
- Phineas: We're racing our remote control monster trucks.
- Mom: [looks at the toy tracks] I don't "see" any monster trucks.
- Phineas: Oh, that's because we rigged them to light speed. You know how those stock motors are. They never give you enough action.
- Mom: You boys have such active imaginations. You must get it from your father.
- Cooking School Chef: Eh-hem! Madam Flynn. I have told you a hundred times.
- [smashing the cell phone with a cleaver]
- Cooking School Chef: No phone calls in class!
- [than his phone rings]
- Cooking School Chef: Hello? It is for you!
- [hands to phone to Mrs. Flynn]
- Mom: Hello?
- Candace: Mom, I think the boys are building a monster truck!
- Mom: Um honey, I gotta go. No, big chef. Big meat tenderizer in front of mommy. Bye, bye.