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Oog: (About the 'Jack' card in Solitaire) He look dumb with curly mustache.
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Oog: Me get crazy when me no have cigarette.
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Oog: Give to Oog. Mine, me crazy. Me rip Oog head off! RRAARR! MAGIC BALL MINE! OOG HEAD RIP!
Meatwad: See ya later, Daddy! Don't rip your head off! You need that... for breathin' and stuff.
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Frylock: Gentlemen, the OoGhiJ MiQtxxXA!
Shake: Frylock, come on, are you really gonna call it that?
Frylock: Well yeah. I mean that's the Klingon word for superiour galactic intelligence, and that's what this is.
Shake: Superior galactic grandma after eating a block of cheese, smoking three packs of cigarettes, and drinkin' a quart of milk. Disgusting, that's the word.
Frylock: Well, I invented it and I can call it what I want!
Shake: Fine. Hey, good luck with the casual sex. I mean it. No. Because you won't get it. Not with that name. Anyway go on, I'm sorry to interrupt.
Frylock: (Sighs) Meatwad what do you think?
Meatwad: ...my butt itches.
Frylock: Alright, alright, Fine! What should I call it then?
Shake: Bad ass motha'!
Meatwad: No, Snoopy! Or Shroder. One of them two.
Shake: No! The Bad Ass Motha' 4000!
Meatwad: The Red Baron
Shake: ...Goes twice as fast as your ass!
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Err (rapping to himself) A is for apple, J is for jack!
Ignignokt: (spotting the computer) Look Err, free egg.
Err: (jumping on top of it) Damn yeah! For straight, for shizmum!
Ignignokt: Try having omelets now Denver!
Err: Omeletoids!
Ignignokt: Did you hear what I said Denver? (raising middle fingers to the screen) Or shall I turn it up for you?
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Meatwad: Give him Clam Digger.
Frylock: I don't think Clam Digger is, uh-
Oog: Clam Digger! Give Oog Clam Digger!
Meatwad: Oh, you gonna love this boy. Tyrone calls you up, you know - in the game - and he says "I can dig more clams than you, stupid!" And you gotta say "Nuh-uh, boy," And y'all gotta race down to the beach with your buckets and your shovels, and the object of the game...is to find parking.
Oog: (Pauses) No Clam Digger.
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Meatwad: It's all starting to add up now, isn't it. The levitation... the evil book reading... them cream cookies you're always eating. You a damn witch.
Frylock: Oh yeah, well whatcha gonna do about it?
Meatwad: Eat pizza. Pizza time, pizza time!