Lightning: Look, if I don't win, I'll sell all the mudflaps you got. But if I do win... I decide when I'm done. Deal?
Sterling: Deal.
[...]
SpongeBob: Okay, it's a bet!
Squidward: Fine. If you cry one tear before midnight, you have to... Wash my bike, clean out my rain gutters, and do all my yard work for a year.
SpongeBob: Sounds fair to me. And if I make it to midnight without crying, you'll come to a slumber party at my place! Just you and me!
Cricket: You know what, Dad? I'll take that bet!
Bill: "Bet"? No, I was speaking metaphorically!
Cricket: Yeh-heh-hes... a bet. Me and Tilly are gonna eat at Burger Clown every meal for a whole week and prove you wrong!
Bill: I don't need you to—
Cricket: It's on, old man!!!
Tracey: What? Me winnin'?
Sharon: No. What I'll eat when I've won.
Junpei Ichikawa: Hmm? Really? You really believe that nonsense?
Daisuke: I do. So much so I would bet my very soul on it!
Junpei: A bet, you say? Well then, if you truly think this world is a fine place worth fighting for, I'll indulge. You bet that at least one of us escapes, I bet that either we all die, or somebody wins this Killing Game. Terms accepted?
Daisuke: Sure.
Bradley: Why don't we just make a little wager on that? Loser of the finals will be towel boy to the other.
Max: You got a deal.
Bradley: Be ready to wipe the dirt off my shoes, freshmen.
Lincoln: See? You guys couldn't last ten minutes without doing your annoying things!
Lori: We could last longer than you!
Lincoln: I bet you couldn't!
Lola: Oh, really? Care to make it a little more interesting? If we can stop doing our things longer than you can stop doing yours, then you have to give upreading in your underwear forever!
Sisters: YEAH!
Lincoln: Hold it! What's in it for me?
Lola: If you win, we'll never complain about your butt cooties again.
Lincoln: Okay, but if I beat you, you also have to buy me these beauties. Pure cotton, 2,000 thread count, nonbinding elastic — I'll just call themmy victory undies.
Sisters: [whispering]
Lola: Deal!
Lincoln: Great! So if I have to read comics with my clothes on, Lola can't look in the mirror, Luna can't speak in a British accent, Lana can't play in mud...
Lana: Dang it.
Lincoln: Lori can't talk to Bobby...
Lori: Bobby who?
Lincoln: Leni can't say "like"...
Leni: Like, okay.
Lincoln: Lucy can't pop up and scare people, Lisa has to give up her weird studies...
Lisa: Forgive me, science.
Lincoln: Luan can't tell bad jokes, Lynn can't turn everything into a sport, and Lily can't cry.
Sisters: Deal!
Lola: Pants up, buddy boy!
- —The Loud House, "Undie Pressure"