Gumball: Uh, does it count if I've been both 8 and 10?
Experiment Administrator: I suppose so.
Gumball: Well, I'm at school.
Anais: Classic anxiety dream. Probably represents your fear of not fitting in.
Gumball: And at one point, dad was there.
Anais: Representing your fear of authority, most likely.
Gumball: And he became a centaur president.
Anais: Well, that could represent a fear of horses... in.. the... White House?
Gumball: OK, so dad has a laser shooting out of his butt. Mr. Small's head fell off. Then I found a pineapple in the locker, so I started dancing in the cosmos—and then Darwin kissed her! So what does that mean?
Anais: OK, uhh... the pineapple is Penny—sweet on the inside but hard for you to... handle... I guess. And the butt-laser—that must be, uh, because you need to chew your food more! And, uh, the cosmos, the ballet, the head of Mr. Small, the evil look, the kiss, the laser—(babbles and groans)
Anais's Brain: Brain cramp!
(Anais passes out face-first)
Darwin: Well, that's what you get for trying to apply a rational solution to an irrational problem.
Darwin: No, no.
Gumball: Is it weird that I think about her all the time, even in he bathroom?
Gumball: Is it weird that I bought a ring, and I want to ask her to marry me?
Darwin: Well, yeah. That's—that's completely weird.