Clone High

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Clone High was an animated series that aired for one season (November 2002 - April 2003) on MTV and Teletoon.

Spoiler warning: Plot, ending, or solution details follow.

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Escape to Beer Mountain: A Rope of Sand [1.1]

JFK: I will see you there. And by will, I mean won't. HA HA HA! / Because you're not invited. I, er, wasn't sure if I was clear on that earlier. So you're not. Invited that is. / TO MY PARTY!! / Forgot to wash my hands...


Abe: Damn it, for once, a girl is interested in me, and I'm not going to ignore it!
Joan: Abe, I want you.
Abe: Want me to what? Forgot what you were gonna say? Happens to me all the time. Gotta go!


Joan: Well congratulations Abe. The people were clamouring to make asses of themselves and you gave them the means to do it.


Nostradamus: I'm a pony.


Scudworth: Raise the roof! Raise it!
Mr. Butler-tron: Where are my bitches?


Mr. Butler-tron: Maybe he just thinks you don't think he doesn't want to not ruin the FRIENDSHIP.


Cleo: You know Abe, it might just be the alcohol talking.
Abe: I doubt it.


JFK: Get off my dinghy. Not you!


JFK:She's drunk! She even kissed the talking peanut!
The Peanut: Right here on me left nut!


JFK: Nachos?


JFK: "Bobby!


Sherriff: Well, well, well. If it isn't my old friend, underage drinking. So, we meet again. How are you, underage drinking... besides illegal!


Sherriff: Son, if we don't enforce the drinking age, the excitement of sneaking around to get wasted might disappear forever! Do you want that on your shoulders, pal?
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Election Blu-Galoo [1.2]

Cleo:All students are special at Clone High but only some are ostracized because they are special.


Cleo: This is probably the last time I'll ever use these scissors, unless a giant needs a haircut.


Joan: I'm so angry I could kiss you!
Abe: What was that?
Joan: I said I'm so angry I could...piss...glue...


Joan: It's a very common expression.


Scudworth: Your secret army of cloned historical is maturing according to schedule.
Shadowy Figure: I'm sorry, Dr. Scudworth, is that a scale model behind you labelled "Dr. Scudworth's Evil Plan."
Scudworth: Say, where'd you get those fresh Pumas, Bro.
Shadowy Figure: Actually, we're sponsored by Puma. These bad boys are catalogue-only.
Scudworth: If you're implying that I plan to steal the clones away from you and use them in a clone-themed amusement park, then shame on you. By the way, could I have $2,000,000...you know, for dry erase markers and such...they've got some keen new colors like...kiwi...and mango...
Shadowy Figure: For giggles, I'm going to keep saying "no" until you turn the TV off. No, no, no, no, no, no, no—


Mr. Butlertron: Perhaps you could get Clone High a corporate sponsor; those Pumas were rather fresh.
Scudworth: Sell out, and turn the school into an ad for some profit-hungy corporation? Why, that idea's as foolish as getting my brakes done at anywhere but Midas!


Abe Lincoln: Good thinking Joan!
Joan of Arc: Ragh!
[Joan sweeps the table clear with her arm.]
Abe Lincoln: Clumsy, Joan. Reeeeal clumsy.


Scudworth: So you're product is called—
X-Stream Mike: X-Stream Blue! It's a power snack!
X-Stream Erin: Stick it in your face-hole!
Scudworth: This is something you eat?
X-Stream Mike: It's really just pancake batter mixed with blue paint in a sports bottle—sick! Tight! Cyber! Awesome!
Scudworth: I see...now for allowing you to test market this product on my students, I am willing to be paid $2,000,000.
X-Stream Mike: Allow me to confer with my associates
['...To the max...I have love self-esteem...]
X-Stream Mike: We accept your offer
Scudworth: Dead presidents, Mr. B.


JFK: Ask not what your student body president can do for you, ask what you can do to your student body president's body.
Joan: There's nothing to worry about, he's just making empty promises and detailing his workout routine.
JFK: And on Friday, I do abs and legs, but not calves. As you recall, I do those, with marlettes, on Wednesday.
Abe: My name is Abe Lincoln, and I'm running for student body presdient.
Some girl: I love you JFK!


Gandhi: That looks so good, what's in it.
Tyler: Great question...have a T-shirt.
Gandhi: That totally answers my question.


Gandhi: What stinks in here, man? Oh yeah, it's your campaign. You died out there. That assembly was like: this, boom, this. You're the boom.


Gandhi: They want to sponsor your campaign. And all you gotta do is abandon your values and promote their product by doing some dangerous, extreme sports-related stunts.
X-Stream Erin: Just sign this legit-ass contract.
X-Stream Mike: And totally initial article 7.
X-Stream Bob: My son won't even look me in the eye anymore.


Blueshy: Hey, let's go surf the internet!


Ghandi: Numbers don't lie.
The Number Four: I'm the number five!


Mr. Butler-tron: Shouldn't you be saving some of this money instead of having me gold-plated and LOWERED?
Scudworth: Don't get all up in my business, my hydrolically outfitted friend. Why, I watched the first two-thirds of VH-1's M.C. Hammer: Behind the Music, and if there's one thing I learned about money, it's that it never runs out!


JFK: I thought he was a macho, womanizing stud who conquered the MOON!
JFK: Hark! That sounds like the gentle knock of a vulnerable teenage girl. [JFK opens door to Joan, in the rain] You're wet. Allow me to dry you off... WITH MY PANTS!


Abe: Right now all I can think about is not thinking about you over there on your thinking dock thinking about what you did.
Joan: I was only trying to help, Abe. You don't know what you're getting into...what she's getting you into.
Abe: You don't know what you're getting into, and that's out of my friendship. And do you know what hurts the most, Joan? This nail I just stepped on. But there's a metaphorical nail in my other foot that hurts the second most, and it's from you backstabbing me. So maybe instead of the nail metaphor, I should have used a stabbing metaphor, but it's too late for that now, isn't it?
Joan: I guess it is.
Abe: That's where you're wrong, Joan. Because I'm going to win that election with the most dangerous campaign stunt since Dukakis jumped the snake river canyon. Goodbye, Joan...Goodbye, Joan.


JFK: I can't see, due to the glare from Mina Suvari's enormous forhead.


JFK: That is a good question, scary androgenous white guy, and I would like to reply by taking my shirt off.
Abe: My bare-chested opponent raises a good point, but he's avoiding the fact that X-Stream Blue is mad packed with all nine essential nutrimites to fortify your X-Zone.
JFK: My I respond to that.
Marylyn Manson: Yes you may.
JFK: Abe's a tot-muncher.
Abe: For my rebuttal, I would like to dramatically gesture to this death-defying skateboard ramp behind me.


Scudworth: There goes our ghetto-fabulous lifestyle.
Mr. Butlertron: Bling, bling!


Scudworth: Fine, whatever, this random dog is your new president.
Cleo: That's a cute collar.
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A.D.D.: The last D is for disorder [1.3]

Gandhi: Check it out! I'm the guy with two fries up his nose. Get it?


Gandhi: Rhythm is EVERYWHERE!


Mr. Sheepman: I'm 70 percent sure that farting noise is coming out of you


Abe: It can't be true. But then again, it rhymed. So it must be.


Gandhi: Gandhi'll take a little sugar right now.
[JFK levels Gandhi]
JFK: Show some respect. JFK'll take a little sugar right now.


Scudworth: What is that water coming out of your FACE?


Julius Caesar: Careful with that nail gun, Jesus Christo.


Interlude: Remember the Memories


Scudworth: When life give you lemons, you clone those lemons and make SUPER lemons.


Tom Green: Now, some of you have been picking on a kid with A.D.D. and that's not cool. Coffee? Anyone want coffee? I like cotton candy. Look at my muscle. Potato chips! It's a Ferris wheel. So what I'm trying to say is (sees a plastic bag blow by and runs after it) plastic bag! Plastic bag! Plastic bag! Plastic bag! Plastic bag!


[Abe open-mouth kisses Gandhi]
Gandhi: Dude, that was not cool! Not cool! And because of that, I am only paying you $4.
Member of crowd: My discomfort with a man kissing another man is stronger than my hatred for people with A.D.D.
Paul Revere: Hey, let's all accept Gandhi and shun Abe instead.
Cleo: Wow, Abe, your brave homoerotic gesture has changed my view about A.D.D. [Abe tries to kiss her] Just don't touch me.
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Film Fest: Tears of a Clone [1.4]

Scudworth: Unacceptable?! Did you see the pool? They FLIPPED the bitch!


Scudworth: Maybe we could have dinner. Perhaps the Olive Garden. It's like eating in the private kitchen of a delightful Italian stereotype!


Scudworth: Dammit! I haven't been to the Olive Garden in, like, forever!


Mr. Butlertron: Are you thinking what I am programmed to be thinking?


Gandhi: High five, racial pride!


Gandhi: Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!


Ghengis Khan: Line?!


JFK: Do you mind?! Some of us are nailing Catherine the Great here! Or should I say, "Catherine the So-So!


George Washington Carver: What is that you saaaaaaay?!


Thomas Edison: Stupid coal-burning projector.
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Sleep of Faith: La Rue D'Awakening [1.5]

JFK: This is a very tough time for me, without Cleo I'm a broken man. Hey, let's all go swimming in my pool, and by pool I mean bath tub, and by swimming, I mean SEX!


Joan: Here comes Abe. Pretend I said something funny.
Gandhi: Hey, you just farted! That's hilarious! ... Ow!


Doug Prepcourse: Sleep ought to be the number one thing on that list. I was in my 18 wheeler that one night, at about the sleepy hour. I came across a cop car, clearly to sleepy to drive. I try to guide him off the road with my rig, sent that cop sailing of a cliff.
Gandhi: Did you kill him?
Doug Prepcourse: Kill him? I saved his life. Of course, he's a cripple now.


Gandhi: Today I've made a decision based on very poor information: I'm going to be a trucker.
Gandhi's foster mom: I'm going to hang myself.
Gandhi's foster dad: I have no son.
Gandhi's foster mom: I'm getting out the good noose.


Scangrade: Mr. B, I hardly recognized you. I see you put on some weight.


Joan: Abe, your reflexes are shot!
Abe:My reflexes are fine!
Joan: Abe, in three seconds I'm going to slap you across the face.
[Three seconds pass, and she slaps him.]


Joan: What if there had been real animals inside this box?
Abe: Yeah, Joan, I'm going to crash into a big box of animals.
Someone:"That's the last one, literally. All the Pandas in the world are on this truck.


KSLB: You're listening to KSLP- the quiet station. Monotonous jams that get inside your head and make you less alert.
Cleo: You didn't take my cat to the speech therapist?


JFK: I can stay UP all night LONG! I accentuated the UP and the LONG for what I hope are, eh, obvious reasons!
JFK: So let's get back together and BONE up on the PXJTs!
JFK: Guess what the 'P' stands for? PENIS!


Scangrade: Hello, B. That's a nice apron you're wearing. I believe Mrs. Scangrade has the same one at home.


Doug Prepcourse: Gandhi, being a trucker's not just about sleeping with random women. I mean, that's a huge part of it. But its also about making choices, multiple choices.


Gandhi: I don't know if I want a hamburger, hotdog, chili, or all of above.
Doug Prepcourse: Can you eliminate two of the options. If you can, go ahead and guess. Chances are, that's what you want.
Gandhi: It makes sense because its real.


Gandhi: You mean there's nothing on this truck but a stinking metaphor.


Mr. Butler-tron: The answer was C, you fuckwad


Cleo: Guys, I'm a modern woman who makes decisions for herself, and this decision will be based on who drives faster.


Cleo: If you both die, I'll mourn the corpse closer to the finish line.


Gandhi: I never saw him have sex with a pie... sex with a pie... sex... pie...


JFK: Nothing bad ever happens to the Kennedys!


Doug Prepcourse: Pun?! Heck no. I studied at Oxford. Truckers don't make puns Gandhi, they make deliveries.
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Homecoming: A Shot in D'Arc [1.6]

ESPN's Chris Berman: The odd thing is, my microphone isn't even plugged in.
ESPN's Dan Patrick: That's nothing. I've been talking into my fist for the last five minutes.


JFK: Gay foster dads, can I watch Will & Grace with you?
Gay foster dad: But you usually watch SportsCenter up in your room.
JFK: I've been thinking of switching channels.
Gay foster dad: Getting into a new show can be a little uncomfortable, but once you get into the rhythm of it you'll be on your knees begging for more.


Scudworth: [to Abe] Why the long face? Genetics?


Abe: I'm the tallest!


JFK: Hey, new captain, I just wanted to say that you should pass me the ball more because I'm always open--for anything.


Ghandi: Oh my god, it's not a suit, it's a living thing!
[Everyone screams.]
Ghandi: Oh my god, he was genetically engineered with a zipper!
[Everyone screams.]
Ghandi: Oh my god, who's driving the van?
[Everyone screams.]


Mr. Butler-tron: Your friend should listen to her heart. I'm not programmed to wink but if I were programmed to wink I would have winked when I said your friend.


Abe: Joan, how could you lie to me?
Joan: Abe, try to understand, I...
Abe: Oh, I understand. You sold us all a bill of goods, and those goods turned out to be bad. Then you sold me up the river.
Joan: That may be, but I sent you up that river with my heart as a paddle!
Abe: But you took that paddle, and smacked me in the face, and I wear my heart on my sleeve, so when I wiped my face, I got heart all over it.
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Plane Crazy: Gate Expectations [1.7]

Cleo: Well, I hate to bring up my first kiss with JFK...
Abe: Please don't.
Cleo: We were in the back of his van at the Dairy Queen, wine cooler bottles poking into our naked, writhing bodies.
Abe: Naked bodies?!


Abe: Thanks, Joan, your fake infatuation bit never fails to amuse.


Scudworth: Once I transplant these brainwave transmitters into the clones brains I will be able to see and hear everything they taste and smell.


Scudworth: G'aah, why are there so many Adamses?!


Abe: Dinger!


Gandhi: G-Spot rocks the G-Spot!
JFK: Say hello to the next Bubba Sparxx!


Gandhi: All celebrities are completely hairless. They put the eyebrows on during editing to make sure the actors make the right facial expressions.


Skunky-Poo: Try and catch me, Bitch!


Scudworth: Free bacon for Scudworths? Why, I'm a Scudworth!


Krabby Kakes: You've got crabs, assface!
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A Room of One's Clone: Pie of the Storm [1.8]

Mr. Butler-tron: I can have complex conversations with you in two distinct intoNATIONS.


Mr. Butler-tron: Oh Wesley. At least I'm not a pompous china dog whose evil plans suck the devils ASS. That's right WESLEY. Find yourself a new best FRIEND.


Abe: Girls, girls, please! You know how I feel about conflict. I'm against it! Now, I love you both. One in a completely platonic way, the other with a fiery passion that most people know but once in a lifetime. By the way, that one's not you, Joan; it's Cleo.


Mr. Butler-tron: I wish I had never been born into this family!


Moses: I will try to be more tolerant of lactose.


Abe: My 8-inch Abe has something to say. He's in my pants. Come outside and I'll show him to you.


Scudworth: You killed E-Cybopooch to DEATH!


Abe: Fervently we do prawn. Prawn? That doesn't sound right. Uh...something about a scourge. No, wait, I don't even know how to spell 'scourge'. Then again, it could be 'scourge'...yes, this is definitely 'scourge'.


JFK: Holy Toledo! Girls fighting in their skivvies!


Scudworth: AAAAUGH! BEEF GRAVY!! IT'S BURNING MY FLESH!! BUT IT'S SOOO DELICIOUS!


Animatronic Abraham Lincoln: Try the churros.
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Raisin the Stakes: A Rock Opera in Three Acts [1.9]

The Pusher: [deep, ominous voice] Yes... Come to me... Come... to me... [coughs, then in normal voice] Come to me.


Scudworth: People, raisins are a gateway fruit. Now, I'm on the fence about this: what if there was some way we could fence them from the dangers and offences of the world? How about—Oh, I dont know—a fence? And I shall exploit this organization's power to build it, as your new king, King Scudworth the Lionhearted!
Abe's foster dad: Actually we're governed by a volunteer committee thats serves—
Scudworth: —I said king!


Cleo: It's like the quote, unquote civilized world doesn't understand us and our self-importance.
Abe: Yeah, it's like, first and a half base, we should go there, just to show them.
Cleo: Did you bring protection?
[Abe displays a pair of oven mits]


Abe: Abe's my slave name, square.


Gandhi: Geldemore! But, where's the princess?
Geldemore: Closer than you think, Gandhi. Use the Amulet.
[Gandhi uses the amulet]
Geldemore: It was I, all along. As a reward for your bravery and leadership, I shall thrice lay you.
Gandhi: Uhhh, that's—, that's cool. But *cough* I'm good.
Geldemore: But, but, but I shall thrice lay you.
Gandhi: Uh, I just ate, and they say you shouldn't lay thrice, uh, after eating. Uh *cough* thank you.
Geldemore: We could just do coffee first. It doesn't have to be a big deal.
Gandhi: It's just, um, I've got to be up early.
Geldemore: Oh—, Ok, alright, that's fine. I'm kinda seeing someone anyway.
Gandhi: Well, uh, thanks for the trippy adventure through my subconscious, huh. I'll call you.
Geldemore: Oh, ok, great.
Gandhi: You know, maybe we could, uh, hang out, uh, but, you know, not—
Geldemore: Sure, sometime, maybe.
Gandhi: —not lay.
Geldemore: Whatever. I'm listed, in Santa Monica.
[Inaudible]


Cleo: Love's just an abstract concept. It can't break down stuff.


Abe: Man, I look like a jack-ass in these rainbow shorts.


Larry Hardcore: I opened for the California raisins on their '89 tour. But these days the only dancing fruits kids want to see are the Backstreet Boys!
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Litter Kills: Litterally [1.10]

Gandhi: You'd better warm up to these warm ups 'cause I'll gonna be wearing them all the time.
Ponce: Gandhi, you are a total original.


Sheriff: Guards, grab the petite one.


Mr. B: i found it it was next to your ym..and your bm...wesley


Ponce: Cheer up freind, its not your fault.
JFK: oh my god your a ..gh-gh-gh-gh-gh...DEAD GUY!!!
Ponce: no i am not a ghost i am part of your subcontionce,
JFK: I KNEW YOU WERENT DEAD PONCE-O!let's go score some chicks!
Ponce:no you dont understand i am just a figment of your imagantion
JFK:ooohhhh...YOUR A GENIE!!!
Ponce:i'm not a genie
JFK:for my first wish i want my dead freind back *closes eyes*...PONCE YOUR BACK!!i missed ya buddy!!
Ponce:this is so frustrating


Glenn the Janitor: You guys do me a favor: have yourselves a great day.
Scudworth: What a jackass! He thinks he's the hottest thing since wheels on a bucket.


Ponce: I've been think a lot lately, JFK, about life and stuff.
JFK: If by life you mean sex, and by thinking you mean having, eh Poncie.
Ponce: Life is so short. I'm mean, there's no fountain of youth, Jackie boy. You got to life every day like it was your last. I want to make sure everyone know how I feel about them.
JFK: Feelings are for dames!
Ponce: You are so detached, man. I'm trying to get in touch with me, in here.
JFK: I don't know who you are, but you're not my friend Ponce. You're some kind of sissy broad.
Ponce: Calm down, Jack.
JFK: I am calm!
Ponce: I am trying to tell you something before it's too late!
JFK: It is too late, whoever you are, because the real Ponce is dead to me!
Ponce: I hate you, JFK.


Ponce: What, Joan? Is litter going to kill me?


Ponce: Cranberry-apple in my bloodstream!


Ponce: *his death*-6 pack comes and holds his hands..then a wirlwind of candy wrappers that cuts him up...then a cranberry juice box goes in his neck the juglar then a plastic bag goes on his head then he trips over a bottle the bag on his head fills with blood and he twitchs and drowns in his own blood gurgling


Joan: You guys, pick up your trash. You guys, Ponce died from trash, you guys, and now you guys are littering. This sucks, you guys! You guys suck.


JFK: I'm a Kennedy; I'm not accustomed to tragedy!


JFK: I was in a coffin with a dead guy!


JFK: Why did Ponce have to die? Why couldn't he have three lives like Mario?!
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Snowflake Day: A Very Special Holiday Episode [1.11]

Abe: [To Cleo] I'm going to get you the best present ever!
Joan: A clamp to keep her legs shut.
Abe: Even better!


Abe: Where am I going to get money to buy Cleo a good present?
Gandhi: Have a Bar Mitzvah, dude. You get mad stacks!
Abe: Sounds sweet but I think I'm going to do the Christian thing, get a job.
Gandhi: Right on! Both Will Smith and Bill Gate have jobs and they're millionaires!
Abe and Gandhi: [High five] To jobs!


[Abe drops a glass]
Napoleon: We eat our mistakes here, monsieur Abe!
Abe: But I dropped a glass!
Napoleon: Eat it! Eat it! Manger le verre!


Abe: What a jerk! Napoleon's got some sort of a complex. I don't know what it is, but man.


Gandhi: ..Like the spork.
Abe: Vincent Spork took home a Nobel for that baby!
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Makeover, Makeover, Makeover: The Makeover Episode [1.12]

Scudworth: I first got the idea for Cloney Island after seeing the movie Jurassic Park 3. But my ill-conceived amusement park will be filled with human clones instead of zoo animals. It's as fool-proof as the amusement park in the movie itself!


Gandhi: Now that my testicles have descended, I can't wait for some serious dry humping.


JFK: Hey, you! Half Pint, Junior Mint, Pipsqueak, Tiny Tim, Yardstick, Snack Pack, Wee Fella, Brown Leprechaun.


JFK: Forha suppah, I, er ah, would like a pahtee plattah!
Gandhi: For supper, I would like a party platter.


JFK: Hark! I just heard a word that starts with an "S," ends with an "S," and has a "lut" inside. [PAUSE] A "lut" of me!


Gandhi: Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!!!
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Changes: The Big Prom: The Sex Romp: The Season Finale [1.13]

Scudworth: Stamos! Damn him and his jet-black hair and award-winning smile! Oh I'm a failure! A failure! I start to dial, but I never call anyone back! You should see my car it's a mess. I'm a mess. I go to the submarine sandwich restaurant and I leave my submarine sandwich restaurant value card at home, every time! All I want is a free sandwich. STAMOS!


Abe's foster dad: Well son, 50% of high school students are choosing abstinence over sexual relations. But they're not dating Cleo-frigging-patra! Have you seen that girl's ass? It's built like the space shuttle! This could be your only chance to drown the slippery otter! To harpoon the salty whale! To verb the adjective noun! But, you know, abstinence is OK too.


Abe: Do girl's parts need anything like oils, or cotton balls or wooden dowels?


JFK: I have a delicate flower... IN MY PANTS!


Gandhi: I like my humping like I like my martinis: dry


Cleo: Abe, it's sex o'clock. It may have sounded like I said the number six, but actually I substituted the more suggestive word: sex.


Scangrade: There has been an ERror, John Stamos is your new prom king!


Stamos: Helping others is what John Stamos is all about.


JFK: I didn't see it coming either. And by 'it,' I mean ME!
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Recurring quotes

Mr. Butler-tron: Wesley.


Toots: Now, I may be blind but...
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Announcer quotes

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Announcer introductions

  • "Tonight, on a very special Clone High, ..."
  • "Previously, on a very special Clone High: tempers flared, robotic butlers cared, saliva was shared, and you, the audience, were moved very very deeply...trust me."
  • "Previously, on a very special Clone High: Some voted with their heads, some voted with their hearts, Cleopatra voted with her student body, and you the audience voted to be absolutely riveted!"
  • "Previously, on a very special Clone High: Joan made a declaration (Abe, I want you) and Abe found a new form of recreation. He's not gay or anything, Abe actually likes Cleo, a girl; that was just a hilarious plot twist. Hey, you miss an episode, it's your funeral. I'm talking to you, Doug."
  • "Previously, on a very special Clone High:
Abe: I'll sleep when I die!
Joan: You'll die if you don't sleep!
[JFK's car crashes]
Abe: [to Cleo] I was thinking we could "sleep" together. [both laugh]

And that was really something, but its crap compared to this very special episode of Clone High."

  • Previously on a very special Clone High: Joan got a new room mate. Abe and Cleo continued to date. And Gandhi became an inmate. Here's a paper plate.
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Announcer conclusions

  • "Next week, on a very special Clone High: Abe's competition with JFK heats up at the school election; Gandhi provides some sort of comic relief; and special guest star, Marilyn Manson, makes a shocking confession..."
    • Manson: "My name is Marilyn Manson, and I'll see you next time, at Clone High."
  • "Next time, on a very special Clone High: Someone open-mouth kisses someone else; so set your VCRs for 'stunned' because you will be, oh, you will be!"
  • "Next time, on a very special Clone High: Will Abe and Joan's student films reveal their true feelings for one another? How will Scudworth get himself out of another dangerous pickle? And what will become of Gandhi? - I'd tell you, but I haven't seen the episode yet. They were supposed to send it to me, but there's this guy at work who totally hates me. If he gets me fired, I'm gonna kill his [dog]."
  • "Next time, on a very special Clone High: JFK and Cleo break up for reals, Joan and Cleo duke it out - lady-style, and something tragic may or may not happen."
  • "Next week, on a very special Clone High: a mysterious, male stranger comes to town, and he's brought a surprise ending with him that will shock you. Will her secret—wait! Did I just say her? Oh boy, that was the one thing I wasn't supposed to tell you. I ruin everything, like when I spoiled the Sixth Sense for my friend, Steve. He specifically asked me to not reveal the end. Stupid! Really stupid! Why do we do this live?"
  • Next time on a very special episode of CLONE HIGH. Joan gets a makeover, Ghandi gets a makeover, Scudworth gets a makeover...
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Quotes about Clone High

  • "You can't go around The Simpsons; you have to go through them." -- Phil Lord, co-creator of Clone High
  • "Gandhi is so great that such pygmies who try to ridicule him will fail." -- Nirmala Deshpande, a follower of Gandhi, who was furious over Clone High's irreverent portrayal of Gandhi
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