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Carl: (On his Crabs) I don't know if they're Alaskan King, but they feel huge.
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Meatwad: Don't you see Frylock. He's going to use all that fly spit to melt down the walls of the First National Bank.
Sir Loin: Exactly!
Meatwad: because he's angry at the banks.
Sir Loin: Stupid ass meatball mother. I melt the walls so I can get the money. So I can keep up with the payments of this here patio furniture, which is broken now, because I broke it, thank you very much.
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Frylock: It's all cools, light.
Meatwad: Ok Frylock, let me talk to him. I know rap.
Frylock: Well ask him what he's doing with all this garbage.
Meatwad: Wazup wazup wazup wazup wazup in da hizzy?
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Shake: Thanks a lot for sanding up my eggs. You know what, just take them with you, when you leave the country because I banish you forever more.
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Shake: I think what you need to do is shut up! Or else it's going to be hell week all rolled up into one night all up in here.
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(really loud music playing)
Frylock: You have to turn that off.
Meatwad: Oh I'm sorry. (turns off the light) Is that better?
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Meatwad: That there is a song with a message. And that message is that you need to think about the starving people that gotta eat sand to survive. Sand ain't got no nutrients. I know, cause I eat it constantly. I got zero energy, I cough all the time, my diet's bad and... zzz.
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Dr. Weird: Gentlemen, behold! I have grafted a deer antler to my groin!
Steve: Wow!
Dr. Weird: You know, so I'll fit in with the rest of the herd.
Steve: Yeah, how do you go to the bathroom? (Dr. Weird shoots water at Steve through his mouth. He flies away)
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Meatwad: Hey Carl.
Carl: Oh great, you've seen me.
Meatwad: Hey, you wanna contribute to Sir Loin's hungry drive? We've gotta feed the shorties, yall.
Carl: Yeah, let me see here. I think I got some uh, oysters over here. (Spits into garbage sack)
Meatwad: Oh... thank you.
Carl: And uh, be sure to thank Sir Loin for keeping me up all night.
Meatwad: Well, uh... I'll do that. Hey, I thought that oysters had shells.
Carl: Nah... usually, but not these. They were, uh, farmed raised. In my throat. With cheese. Hey, uh... you want some crabs? 'Cause I got some of them.
Meatwad: No, no. My bag's pretty full right now.
Carl: I don't know if they're Alaskan King but... they feel huge.
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Shake: Could someone please explain to me what happened to my Duckling a la'range?
Frylock: You had Duckling a la'ra-?
Shake: You don't even know how to say it, so stop. Try it once. No, forget it! You know what, you're gonna try it and then you're gonna screw the name up and then it's gonna sound disgusting and I won't even want to eat it anymore. Thanks! Thanks for ruining my lunch. Which is gone, by the way!