Aqua Unit Patrol Squad 1

Master Shake: I'm going to sneak into your country and do this job there and then not check any of your friggin' checks! How will you like that? You won't! Because you'll be here!

Ignignokt: We are bored. Err: Yeah, i'm bored. Hey let's go see youre uncle Cliff. Ignignokt: Cliff is a roofer. Err: We can F with him all day. Ignignokt: Cliff is highly confused. Let's challenge his shallow view of the world. (Ignignokt and Err walk over to Cliff) Ignignokt: Hey Cliff...boo. (Cliff screams) Err: Is he alright? Ignignokt: Cliff hasn't been "alright" since the lunar war.

Err: That's enough Err, look. Ignignokt: What is that? Err: It's Cliff's check from the government for being crazy.

Frylock: I reversed the rays on the microwave incase you decided to put one of our room mates in there. Shake: That's so ridiculous, I can't even talk to you right now. Why would you think that I would even want to do something like that?

Frylock: Why don't you try the check cashing place? Ignignokt: We don't just "try to do" what earthlings tell us. Err: But uh, where would it be located? Ignignokt: If we were to stoop so low as to get your pathetic directions. Your punishment is to write those down, for suggesting anything to us, now and forever.

Ignignokt: Your logic is flawless, but my brain has transmitted a better idea.

Meatwad: As you can see, that is my ID right there. You may notice a difference in height, that's because i'm an organ donor, had to have my body removed last year. I certainly hope you don't discriminate here.

Err: Man, I feel weird. Ignignokt: Quiet Err, I'm transmitting rage.

Master Shake: Red Box over here has a point. My allowance has been seriously suspended, because I'm not responsible with money.

Frylock: This isn't even a check, it's a bill! Ignignokt: No it is a check, tell him Err. Err: It's a bill. Ignignokt: It's a...! Why the hell are we trying to cash a bill!?

Ignignokt: You see that tiny pathetic star up there? That's in it for you. Err: All yours. Carl: Which one? What are you talking about? Ignignokt: Oh I think you see it, you couldn't see anything without it. Its called "The Sun". Err: Maybe you've heard of it fag. Carl: Are you serious; you own that? No Freakin Way! Ignignokt: But it could be called "The Carl". If you play your cards correctly. Carl: Wait hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself here. This isn't true is it? You don't own it do you? Ignignokt: We could... right now we don't feel like it.

Meatwad: In a post-apocalyptic world, one man is transported from the microwave dimension to feast upon the remains of those who once lived. Rated R.

Frylock: You think if we had money we'd be living here?

Ignignokt: Observe Err, the digital nads. The principal will resent his nads being presented in such a crude manner. Err: You aint painting on no school, that's a damn rock. Ignignokt: Well- Err: And I like to rock, I will rock your face!