Aqua Unit Patrol Squad 1

Carl: I want candy! Bubblegum and T-- Dammit!

Meatwad: Well wherever he is. Shake: He's in hell! Meatwad: Well wherever that is. Shake: It's a fiery pit of unpleasantness in the center of the earth. Meatwad: OK! Well wherever that is and do not say anything. I just hope that he found some people that he can fit in with.

Frylock: Don't you think it's a little bit weird that they started washing the car at midnight and they're still doing it? Shake: Look, people do things. It's a fact.

Meatwad: Unless you want to get shot you better stay low, be quiet and follow me. Carl: Alright. (Meatwad starts singing candy as load as he can and runs into the warehouse)

Meatwad: Give me some candy! You know who I am! (goes to the kitchen to get some stuff) Shake: OK, we got some soy sauce, ooo, there's some plumers putty and a burning candle. That ought to do you fine. Meatwad: Alright, now is there anything sweet? (his pumpkin bucket catches on fire) Shake: It'll be sweet once you go up in flames brother. Have fun now.

Meatwad (dressed up as Elvis): Trick or treat, smell my meat, give me something good to eat. Shake: Oh boy you look good. Hey Frylock, come in and look at this. It's adorable. And who are you supposed to be? Meatwad: I'm Elvis! I ain't nothin but a horn dog.

Shake: What are those? Carl: They're jawbreakers. For some reason I can't get enough of them. Shake: Is that why your teeth are blue? Carl: Ahhh, no. Shake: Oh, ahhh, so why are they b... Carl: SHUT UP!

Frylock: Problem solved. (Meatwad switches the music back to MC Pee Pants) Frylock: Damn it! Shake: Here I'll solve it. Right out of his head, make a hole!

(Frylock turns off the music) Frylock: You know there's other people that live in this house. Meatwad: Well I know that, that's why I got it cranked up so loud. You know so everyone can get down with the Pee Pants.

Shake: I'm out there trying to write new material. Frylock: Shake, you don't even have old material. (Shake breaks his guitar) Shake: Now who has the material? No one because he made me do this!

MC Pee Pants: Yeah, where are all your friends at? Meatwad: Uh.. This is just one of 'em. The rest of 'em are off poppin' caps in people's... butts. Is that cool?

Frylock: I don't have a good feeling about this, Shake. We need to follow them. Master Shake: Look... I should not walk so a child may live! ...That's what it does! Frylock: GET UP!

Meatwad: They're gonna love you, MC Pee Pants. Just give 'em a chance. Frylock: Yeah, sure. You're all the things that are in this ad here: you're energetic, hard-working, you love people-- MC Pee Pants: No, I love the liquid inside people. How many times I gotta tell you man, I'm insane! I eat people juice! Nobody's gonna hire a people juice eater!

Carl: Hey! 612 Wharf Avenue! I know where that is! It's next to Melon Shakers.........uh, the gentlemens club.

Master Shake: (angrily tapping Meatwad's door with his guitar) I like BEAT-INGS! I'll beat you all day!

Shake: (Playing guitar) You make me feel... emotional... (Stops playing) Meatwad, turn that down! (Plays guitar again) Kissin' you...

Carl: Why aren't your lips movin'? MC Pee Pants: Look my shniggies, I had a strizzoke in my brizzain, okay? So, I can't move all good. Thanks for mentionin' that. Thank you very much. Meatwad: What up with the stroke, MC Pee Pants? I thought you was eleven. MC Pee Pants: Yeah...

Shake: RAPE! RAPE! OH, RAPE!

Dr. Weird: Gentlemen, behold, (MC Pee Pants is revealed) my beautiful fiancée! Steve: I think that's a giant spider. (MC Pee Pants pulls Dr. Weird in) Dr. Weird: You're right! I've been betrayed! Run!

Some Lyrics to "I Like Candy" I want candy, bubblegum and taffy, skip to the sweet shop with my sweetheart Sandy, got my penny saved, so I'm her sugar Daddy. I'm her Hume Cronyn, she's my Jessica Tandy, I want candy. Mess up the mix, mix up the mess, come on down, yo, here's the address, it's 6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, 6-1-2 Wharf Avenue. Gonna get your ass beat, nasty, do it to your daddy, embarrass your whole family, just cuz ya came between a kid and his candy, I want candy, any kind will do, don't care if it's nutritious or FDA Approved, it's gonna make me spaz like Bobcat's on booze, a hyperactive juice that only I can produce, and build a giant drill, and bore it straight into hell, releasing ancient demons from their sleep-forever spell so they can walk up on the Earth, and get resituated, and hawk the diet pills MC Pee Pants have created!

Carl: No, I know you're there. Frylock: Oh oh oh, we know. Shake: Carlton, hi! What's up buddy? Carl: Which one of you guys have been playing...."I Like Candy" for the freakin week?! Frylock: It was your other neighbors. Shake: Meatwad. Carl: You know what, at this point, it doesn't matter. Because it keeps runnin inside my head, and it won't leave unless I blow it out... with a bullet!

Frylock: Look Meatwad, there are other kinds of music in the world. Here. How'd you like to get down with some real gangsters--from the 15th century? Meatwad: Bach? Beethoven? Are they down with the Pee Pants? Frylock: Well, they wore pantaloons back then, Meatwad. Meatwad: Shoot, boy, you'd get shot wearing that in my hood.