Pogo. "Natural, if I, THE PUNKIN GENIE, is gone create somethin' outen THIN AIR the air gotta be REAL REAL THIN---"

Pogo. "Them's the TOOLS what comed with the DENTAL PATIENT what the RACKETY COON CHILE an' ALABASTER brung over"

Pogo. "D'you fellers figger it's safe to wake up this here crittur?"

Pogo. "How come you actin' so FRIENDLY…?"

Pogo. "These little FAUN CRITTURS insists we is the KING and QUEEN of the WOODLAND!"

Pogo. "A sort of a scourge is hit the swamp, Churchy"

Pogo. "See them poor pitful feet pookin' out from under beneath of yo' wash?"

Pogo. "Gosh! Us dentists is in TROUBLE"

Pogo. "Oog!"