- Rosebud: How do I look?
- Mudbud: Uh... Like our sister in a space suit.
- B-Dawg: I know I look tight.
- Budderball: Mine's a little little too tight. Somebody give me a paw?
- [Rosebud goes to help Budderball]
- Mudbud, B-Dawg, Buddha: Don't pull his paw!
- [Rosebud pulls Budderball's paw, and he farts causing his suit to inflate]
- B-Dawg: Check it! It's the Good Year blimp!
- [first lines]
- Spudnick: Dreams are like stars. You can't touch them, but if you follow them, they will lead you to your destiny. I used to dream of being the first dogronaut to walk on the moon. And now, I dream of going home to my boy, Sasha.
- Mudbud: Your right back leg you take a lift to take a whizzo. Left back you use to scratch your tummy. Left front paw you use to beg for food. And the right front paw is for snacking.
- Budderball: Okay. Scratch, forward. Whizzo equals backward. Begging go right, and snacking go left. See? I got it.
- Rosebud: Looks like he got a time out.
- Buddha: When it rains, Mudbud gets grounded. He's a repeat offender.
- Budderball: Remember the time I snagged a sample of the Thanksgiving turkey? I got a time out for that too.
- B-Dawg: Sample shmample! You ate the whole butterball turkey, dawg!
- Budderball: It's kind of embarrassing to be named after a turkey.
- Budderball: Golly gosh! Maybe we could stop at the lunch pad for a snack... if it's on the way.
- Rosebud: Budderball, that says "launch" pad.
- Budderball: Which one is my left paw?
- B-Dawg: We're doomed.
- Budderball: Hey, it's not my fault I'm dyslexic!
- Budderball: Guys? We have a problem. It's not working.
- B-Dawg: You've gotta be kidding, dawg!
- Budderball: I swear! Cross my stomach and hope to starve!
- Budderball: I've never been so hungry in my life! I think I may have to eat that broccoli just to stay alive!
- [eats all the broccoli]
- Rosebud: Budderball!
- Mudbud: [after Budderball finishes] Oh, dude! I can't believe you ate the whole thing!
- Budderball: Well, I always said I'd eat broccoli when puppies fly.
- Budderball: I think I'll start with the chili cheese dog... then steak... and then finish off with a bean burrito.
- Rosebud: No beans!
- Buddha: Budderball, we're on a journey of ginormous perportions.
- Budderball: I'm about to eat a bowl of ginormous perportions myself!
- Buddha: Budderball, there's no time for breakfast.
- Budderball: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!
- B-Dawg: Check out these cool retro shades!
- Mudbud: Dude, you shouldn't be touching those.
- B-Dawg: I can fly this thing no problem. Piece of cake.
- Budderball: Yeah, there's cake.
- Budderball: [during the lift-off] It feels like my stomach is in my throat!
- Rosebud: This is like a ride on Space Mountain!
- B-Dawg: Dad always said I should be more down to Earth! Why didn't I listen?
- Mudbud: Dudes, what is this place?
- Rosebud: Whatever it is, it's getting closer!
- B-Dawg: I hope it's not an alien's house! Not that I'd be scared or anything.
- Budderball: I hope it's a Denny's! I can sure go for a Moons Over My Hammy right about now!
- B-Dawg: Come on, aliens. I ain't scared of nothing. Because I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee, dawg.
- B-Dawg: Aaahh! The Death Star!
- Buddha: B-Dawg, it's the moon. It looks a lot bigger up here then when we used to howl at it from home.
- Budderball: Oh, thank goodness! All the bleu cheese a fella could eat!
- Rosebud: Budderball, did you eat all the bean burritos?
- Budderball: What can I say? I'm a nervous eater. And walking in space makes me especially nervous.
- Buddha: [as Budderball hits the ship's windshield] In life, sometimes you're the bug, sometimes you're the windshield.
- Budderball: Did somebody catch the liscence plate on that UFO?
- Rosebud: You're a ferret.
- B-Dawg: Yo, dawg! You mean to tell me we had a rodent as our flight director?
- Gravity: Hey, I'm not a rodent! I'm related to the mustella family of mammals which includes minks and skunks!
- Budderball: Hey, I'm told I'm related to skunks too.
- Yuri: [as Spudnick plays a ballerina music box] Ah, now that sounds good. Hold me closer, tiny dancer.
- Dr. Finkel: Again, please refrain from touching anything with your hands... you slimy, little, germ-infested creatures.