Ash: Take Pikachu. It's not like it matters. Heck, take all of my Pokeeymanz or whatever they're called.
Misty: Well, I could always be one of those pretty ladies on the game shows...
Brock: Ugh! Get that fat pink thing outta here! She's too ugly! I want my pretty Croagunk!
May: No, Eevee(Glaceon), how many times do I have to tell you; don't evolve.
Glaceon: Glay... :C
Max: I don't wanna be a Pokemon trainer! Eww. Pokemon are fat and lazy.
Dawn: C'mon, guys, eat Ash's Poffins. They're delicious, unlike my own.
Tracey: Ugh. Hey, Ash. I'll trade you my ugly blue mouse thing for your ugly yellow one.
Ash: Hey...he doesn't look close to ugly, he's disgusting x2. Which is a compliment to your ugly mouse thing.
Tracey: Yeah, you're right.
*both stomp on their PokeBall.*
Nurse Joy: Brock, I need you, like I need Chansey. As a very close friend, but not a boyfriend.
Brock: Boyfriend? Who said I wanted to even be your friend?
Officer Jenny: Alright, Brock, I want you. Come here and--hey, where's my Growlithe?
Vulpix: Vull...pix...
Nando: Screw this stupid lame music; WHERE'S MY GUITAR, ARMALDO?!
Jessie: Well, I'll be! Mankeys, attack Giovanni!
James: Yeah, you too, Laprases!
Meowth: Imma do dat to! Fury Swipes! AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
Persian: Perr...SIAN! (Oh, no...NOT AGAIN!)