Candace: Do your worst or your best, just make it big and bustable so I can show Mom!
Phineas: Wow! That was awfully supportive! (to Ferb) And you said Candace wasn't a morning person!
Candace: Why do we have so many wheeled objects lying around the house?
Linda: I better get a move on. Those errands aren't gonna run themselves. (chuckles) They never do! (unenthusiastically) They never do.
Phineas: Since it's our last day of summer, we're thinking a grand finale is in order. Show 'em the blueprints, Ferb.
(Ferb pushes the button on a remote and a giant blueprint comes up out of the ground.)
Major Monogram: Great googly moogly! Carl! Oh, that's right. School. (sadly) Keep it together, Francis.
Norm: (walking towards Doofenshmirtz's bed with a slice of chocolate cake) Wakey wakey, chocolate cakey! (takes a fork of it and points it at Doofenshmirtz)
Doofenshmirtz: (annoyed) How many times do I have to tell you that chocolate cake isn't for break— (Norm stuffs the bite in his mouth, Doofenshmirtz chews and swallows) I stand corrected.
Norm: Sir, since when do you sleep in your lab coat?
Doofenshmirtz: Since none of your business!
Vanessa: Hey, (Doofenshmirtz stops and turns around) Dad, you have a minute?
Doofenshmirtz: Can it wait, sweetie? I've got a lot of stuff on my evil to-do list to do today. To do today. To-do to-day,
Baljeet: Yipeee! For this and not for school. (walks away from the others and whispers) I love you school! (walks back)
Buford: Do other nerds erect statues to you?
Isabella: (referencing the invention) Looks pretty mega to me!
Buford: (walking over to Phineas and Ferb) Yeah, it's pretty mega, but is it really grand finale material worthy (hugs Phineas and Ferb) of these two guys? (pausing and realizing what he did) I just made it weird, didn't I?
Phineas: We've gotta make sure we've outdone ourselves on this one.
Buford: And there's only one way to do it.
Baljeet: (looking at papers in his hands) Well, empirically speaking, the test results show almost unanimous approval ratings!
Buford: (coming down beside Baljeet) I have notes.
Candace: Hey, Vanessa! Just came by here to return your DVDs. Sorry I had them so long, can't say I understand French cinema. I mean, why does that mime keep letting go of balloons?
Vanessa: I think it's symbolic.
Doofenshmirtz: When the guy who's punching you suddenly loses interest mid-punch, it's time to take serious stock of your life.
Doofenshmirtz: Oh, that is my Do-Over-inator.
Candace: What's a "Do-Over-inator"?
Candace: You there, boy! What day is this?!
Phineas: Why, the last day of summer, of course!
Candace: Hey! This is amazing! Today is exactly the same as yesterday! It's repeating!
Lawrence: Very existential, darling. You're getting philosophical as you get older.
Norm: Door slams mean sadness!
Norm's speaker: (Vanessa's voice) I'm going to live at Mom's... full time. (door slamming noise)
Doofenshmirtz: Aaah! I can't believe it! (inhales sharply) You surreptitiously record us? And even more importantly, I'm losing my little girl!
Doofenshmirtz: Why would Vanessa want to move out?
Norm: Let's see if we can solve that little mystery! (presses his top button)
Candace: Oh, no. I'm not falling for that one again. (walks to the side) Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me, but fool me three times and (steps on a third skate) whooooa! Why do I even have three skates?
Doofenshmirtz: BRB! That's uh, that's "be right back". It's hip today to talk in acronyms.
Norm: It's muffin time, sir!
Doofenshmirtz: Norm, hand out the victory muffins.
Norm: What is a muffin?
Doofenshmirtz: Voting today!
Man: I didn't know there were elections today.
Candace: Um, ever hear of a spoon?
Lawrence: Spoon? Mm, no, can't say I have.
Candace: Mom, Phineas and Ferb are gone!
Linda: I'm sure it's going to be all right, dear, but, who are "Phineas" and "Ferb"?
Candace: How can you not know who Phineas and Ferb are?!
Linda: Lemme guess. They're your new favorite boy band?
(An anomaly opens up and oranges fall from the sky.)
Phineas: Orange you glad we have somethin' to eat? (no response) You're right. You're right. We gotta figure out a way outta here.
Buford: (offscreen) But I'm tellin' ya, the sun's rays'll make ya crazy.
Isabella: I'm not gonna buy your hat, Buford.
Candace: No, no, I have two little brothers and all of you are best friends! But then Vanessa's dad built this machine, and now the days are repeating and things like spoons and little boys like my brothers are starting to disappear. And the worst thing is nobody remembers them!
Buford: You should stay out of the sun!
Doofenshmirtz: Right on time, Perry the Platypus! (reading a piece of paper) This concerns you. I have just made it illegal to thwart the Tri-Governor of the Tri-State Area, which, ipso facto, is me. (Gives Perry the paper.) Go ahead, read it. It's all perfectly legal. Looks like your thwarting days are over, Perry the Platypus. (sighs) Y'know, I-I-I really miss our good old thwarting days already. I-In fact, your presence here is making me far too sad and nostalgic. So maybe you better go. (Perry leaves dragging his jetpack across the rug.) Just leave the way you came in. I'll bill ya for the carpet.
Perry: (chatters sadly)
Doofenshmirtz: H-Hey, what's all this?
Melanie: More legislation that requires your signature, sir. (she leaves)
Phineas: Wow, this stuff is pretty random. I hope no one at home is planning to baste a turkey while wearing suspenders and Capri pants. (no response) You're right. Mr. Keene is having a very bad day!
Phineas: Run, Ferb! It's raining snowglobes! A-And the tigers, they are also a reason to run!
Baljeet: ...and at the destabilization point, the vortex collapses in on itself, and it becomes an actual "hole" in space-time, sucking the nearest person or object into it and they are lost in the void.
Buford: OH, PLEASE STOP TALKING!!!
Vanessa: You spend all of your time working on your ridiculous inators and I can't—
Doofenshmirtz: Okay, first of all, they're not ridiculous. Convoluted and ultimately pointless, maybe.
Vanessa: Look, all I'm saying is try something different.
Doofenshmirtz: Like a...Like a new inator?
Doofenshmirtz: Vanessa! Yes, yes, I know, you, you'd like to move in with your mother and you want to intern at OWCA and my being evil creates a conflict.
Vanessa: Um, yeah. How did you know—
Vanessa: What's the inator?
Doofenshmirtz: The Time-Straighten-Out-inator! It straightens out time and keeps it from looping.
Candace: So here's the part you need to pay attention to! Are you listening?
Baljeet: I am totally listening!
Baljeet: If we could calculate the location of the next rift, we could just throw in a rope with a life preserver tied to the end of it and pull it out.
Candace: Oh, really? A little donut-shaped pool toy is gonna save the universe?
Baljeet: Isabella, what is the resonance reading on the top meter?
Isabella: Forty-two point one six!
Candace: Wow. Crazy how it sucked up that groundhog, huh?
Buford: The what?
Candace: Phineas! Ferb! If you can hear me, grab the life preserver and we'll pull you back!
Buford: What's a "life preserver"?
Doofenshmirtz: My life will be on a new path and the world will be saved thanks to brand new good guy, Heinz Doofen—
Phineas: Hi, guys! So good to see you!
Baljeet: (gasps) Spoon!
(Flashback Montage: Various scenes of Baljeet using a spoon.)
Candace: And here are the Capri pants.
Isabella: How can you tell they're Capri pants? Maybe they're just regular pants for someone with shorter legs.
Candace: Wow, I guess now that we're gone, too, Mom and Dad don't even remember having children. Their lives must be so empty.
(Cut to the Flynn-Fletcher house.)
Baljeet: (shudders) The time pocket is dissolving!
Buford: And where does that rate on the... "good-bad" scale?
Baljeet: What I cannot seem to figure out is what could have possibly caused the space-time disruption in the first place? And an even bigger conundrum is how Candace is standing outside of the space-time interruption and somehow knew about its effects.
(The gang looks at Candace.)
Buford: I dub thee "The Buford van Stomm Time Catapult". I won the naming rights fair and square.
Vanessa: Are you sure it'll work?
Doofenshmirtz: Oh, yeah, absolutely. There's a guaranteed 55% chance of success, so we're...we're good to go.
Phineas: Is everyone okay?
Buford: Aw, my muffins got smashed.
Doofenshmirtz: Oh. We're starting here now. Hey, it has been brought to my attention that I should tell you guys there's a 55% chance this will work, but a 45% chance that it'll destroy reality as we know it.
Doofenshmirtz: Okay, here's the odds. Save the day: 55%. Destroy the universe as we know it: 45%. But do nothing at all: a hundred percent chance of the end of time. So whadaya say?
Phineas: The time loop is getting too short!
Buford: What if I throw Baljeet?
Doofenshmirtz: Okay, I gotta tell ya, there's a lot of risk involved, but we've discussed it over, like, three loops already, and I think this is our only option. Are you with me?
Vanessa: Yeah, I am.
Linda: Okay, kids. Pie's almost ready. Anybody want some fresh orange juice in the meantime?
Lawrence: I used a spoon to squeeze them.
Doofenshmirtz: We are back in business, baby girl! (hugs Vanessa)
Vanessa: Yes! Dad, I'm so proud of you! You did it!
Isabella: What was your favorite part, Phineas?
Phineas: Of the summer?
Candace: ♪ When my brothers got busted ♪
♪ It was only a dream. ♪
Phineas: ♪ Isabella kissed me but I got my mind erased. ♪
Isabella: Wait. What?
(final line of the series)
Linda: Anyone want some pie?