Goofball: Hey, is this that place? You know where you, uh, go to?
Frankie: Uh, this is Foster's Home for...
Goofball: Yeah, you give people like me free food and a place to crash and, uh, hang out and whatnot.
Franke: No, we give imaginary friends those things, not people. Especially not weirdo teenage boys.
(She attempts to slam the door on him, but he catches it before it fully closes and sticks his head through the door)
Goofball: Right, right. Uh, well, I'm thinking I'm one of those, uh, things you were talking about.
Frankie: Imaginary friends?
Goofball: Yeah, I'm one of those, uh, imaginatory guys.
Frankie: {scoffs] Sure you are.
Goofball: Uh-huh. Look at these kooky clothes and this nose. It's crazy. See, I'm all imaginated and whatnot. [squeezes his nose] Honk, honk! Now, uh, give me food and take care of me and stuff.
(Frankie slams the door on him)
Frankie: Oh, jeez. It took me 45 minutes to get these baby friends to sleep. Now I'll never get them to stop crying.
Goofball: Leave it to me, Franny. I'm great with kids.
Frankie: I'll believe that when I see it.
Goofball: Who wants some candy?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Frankie: Goofball, they cannot have candy. It'll keep them up for hours.
Goofball: Tsk, tsk, Franny. Getting their little hopes up and instantly smashing 'em down.
Frankie: I didnt youre the one who
[all the kids start crying]
Goofball: Boy, Franny. I never knew you hated kids so much.
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Post-Credits Scene[]
Frankie: You should really use a ladder. I'm telling you this is NOT a good idea.
Bloo: (slightly sighs) If I had a quarter for every time you say-- AIEEE!
(Bloo falls off the bookshelf and the books fall down and hurt themselves. Bloo gives the coin back to Frankie.)
Frankie: (puts the coin back in the jar with the title that reads "FRANKIE'S RIGHT AND BLOO IS WRONG!") I won! Hooray!