Flora: "Okey-dokers, five hundred potatoes down." Tecna: "So that means five hundred more to go." Bloom: "You know what? I'll feel like a dork if this doesn't work." Musa: "Well where did you find the formula?" Bloom: "It was in Vanity Fairy's new self-improvement guide, so I mean it should work! A thousand potatoes, a bushel of flipweed, a magic backflip, and you're making good decisions all the next day! It says good judgement is guaranteed!" Chef: (comes in) "I thought I heard itty bitty voices! What-a are you girls a-doing in my-a kitchen, eh?!" Chef: "Look at this place! A mess!" Flora: "Cool!"