"Lincoln Loud in the house!"
"Attention, class. I'd like to introduce our new student."
"Lincoln's little sister, Lisa Loud."
"Why don't you sit next to your brother?"
"Hello, Dr. Lopez? Do you have any openings this week? I'm having trouble accepting change again."
"Lisa, what the heck is going on?"
"You can play more later, sweetie."
"I wanted to go straight to med school, but that dunderhead in the principal's office said fifth grade was the best he could offer."
"Thanks to Lincoln, I'm out of the conversion game, except for converting beans to methane."
"Uh...no. You lose, baby!"
Lincoln is forced to walk home.
"Aw, poor Pop-Pop. What happened?"
"Well, usually, when Pop-Pop's on a train headed east going 80 miles an hour and he has 230 miles to his destination, Lisa can tell me exactly when he'll arrive."
"What can I say? I'm out of the algebra game."
"Oh, Lisa! Thank goodness you're here! We need the antidote you were working on."
"Sorry, Ms. S, I'm out of the disease control game."
Well, as long as it's for a good reason."
"Line up, no pushing, there's plenty for everyone."