Master Shake: Look, yes, I have banged hundreds of broads... ... internationally. But know this! I wrap my rascal two times... because I like it to be JOYLESS and without sensation... as a way of punishing supermodels.
Frylock: Yeah well see what a DNA test would say about that.
Master Shaker: Oh that's where it starts. Then pretty soon... HE'S GONNA WANT sixth five cents for bus fair... liquor for his stomach. You know I counseled DOGS in better shape then you... free-jacking on around here like your Mick Jagger! Listen... why don't you go hustle on down to the soup kitchen, Mick!
(Ezekiel breaks out in tears and runs out of the house screaming)