Aqua Unit Patrol Squad 1

Carl: (Communicating with Shake on the space phone) ...Hey, uh, I wanted to let you know that, uh, YOU BURNED MY FRIGGIN' HOUSE DOWN!
Shake: But the grass is gone, correct? Look, that is the cost of doing business; I told you there would be risks.
Carl: Yeah, no the grass is gone - just like your face is gonna be gone when I shove it in a pastrami slicer.

Oglethorpe: Well, you might be interested to know that we are just about to destroy your planet!
Master Shake: Oh, go ahead. I'm not there, it's fine.

Meatwad: Hey Carl, you want me to shampoo the rug? Carl: What's the frickin' point Meatman? Meatwad: So you can give me some money.

(The Plutonians are trying to determine why Master Shake isn't melting) Oglethorpe: Well, maybe you shouldn't have run the melter through the VCR! Emory: Well, maybe you shouldn't have insisted that all meltings be taped! I mean, you know you never watch them!

(Emory and Oglethorpe are two aliens; Frylock has beamed onto their ship) Frylock: What are these spikes, these spikes all over your body? I mean, surely they have a purpose. Emory: What spikes? Oglethorpe: Oh, these? No no no, these are not spikes; they are pointy arms. Emory: We squirt soap out of them, and that's how we keep the ship so clean. See? (Does so) Frylock: That's soap? Well, it kind of smells like waste. Emory: Well, one man's waste is another man's... soap.

Oglethorpe: Well you might be interested to know that we are just about to destroy your planet! Master Shake: Oh, go ahead. I'm not there.

Oglethorpe: Hey... what is all this interrogation? Let's toss the frisbee... over there... where we will MELT YOU INTO FLUID!

Shake: Look, that beam came from space. You don't own space, so quit acting like you do.

Carl: Taste the chrome!

Frylock: Uh, Shake... Shake: What do you want? Frylock: Carl is here. Shake: How did you get this number? (Looks at monitor) I'm not here... Carl: Oh you're not there? Shake: I... Hello Carl. Carl: Hey, buddy! How you doing there? Pizzaland, huh? That's lots of fun. Hey uh, I wanted to let you know, that you burned my frickin' house down! Shake: But the grass is gone, correct? Look, that is the cost of doing business. I told you there would be risks. Carl: Yeah, no. The grass is gone. Just like your face is gonna be gone when I shove it in a pastrami slicer... Shake: Ha ha hah, slice my face off, you are clever! You're a quickwit! Ah, well look, relax. And I'll be down there in like, five minutes. And we'll iron all this out, okay? Carl: Oh yeah, that sounds great! Yeah, we'll iron it out. I'll go get my iron. My tire iron. (Shake hangs up)

Oglethorpe: We are on top secret mission of world domination! Frylock: World Domination? You guys couldn't take over a damn bowl of jello. Emory: Hey is this Jello like, an important place or something? Oglethorpe: Where is it?!

Frylock: You cannot cut someone's lawn with matches, Meatwad. Meatwad: Look I know that. You gotta have gasoline, otherwise how's it gonna spread to the street.

Frylock: Aliens! I can't believe it! Are you a peaceful race? Oglethorpe: Well, yes! We are barbecuing, aren't we not? Emory: How do you want your melon? Oglethorpe: Nevermind, the melons is on fire! Emory: Well of course they're on fire! They're not made to be cooked. Oglethorpe: What do you know from fire? You prance around like you have lazer eyes! Frylock: So you... don't have lazer eyes, because it was my theory that... Oglethorpe: Hey! Ve're barbecuing.

Oglethorpe: I have an amazing plan to betray our new friend... Ha ha ha ha ha! Emory: I thought the plan was to barbecue with him. Oglethorpe: Plans are for fools! When he gets here, we melt him... and laugh... on into the night!

Computerized Voice: Welcome to this horse's anus.