Phineas: We're trying to get Love Händel back together.
Bobbi: Oh for heaven's sake, talk to the hand. [Holds out his hand in a mouth shape with two eyes painted on]
Bobbi's Hand: Secretly I'm very lonely.
"Ground Control, we are acting under the personal authority of the President of Earth! Now patch me through to your commanding officer! Over!"
"Talk to the hand, Proton. Ground Control — Out!"
"I'll have you know my radio is attached to my wrist!"
"Talk to the hand, Proton. Ground Control — Out!"
"I'll have you know my radio is attached to my wrist!"
