Aqua Unit Patrol Squad 1

Meatwad: Is that what I think it is? Frylock: It's an N.S.T., a Neural Speech Transmitter. Meatwad: No, huh-uh. its my B.N.C.S. My Brushed Nickel Colander, Stupid. Now take them wires off there and give it back, I need to drain my spaghetti. Frylock: Meatwad, you don't cook, you sleep in this thing. Meatwad: Shut up, you got fetishes!

Frylock: Huh... So he's using Shake as his vessel to communicate with us. Meatwad: Well Hell, I figured that out. He done got 90 eyes and no mouth. Where else he gonna talk? Through his butt? Frylock: Meatwad, he won't have a butt. I mean most aliens recycle their waste for fuel. (Travis starts leaking waste out of his body) Obviously, this one doesn't.

Shake: How come it was just morning and now it's nightime now? Meatwad: Well because you got yourself infected by an alian spore. Shake: I did what?! Frylock: No you didn't. You know Meatwad, he is full of stories. Shake: You know what? Some crazy nut job broad must of slipped me one of them date pills. Frylock: Yeah, it must have been. Shake: Gotten me loaded, had her way with me. That's the problem, I'm to attractive to woman. I know it makes you mad.

Travis: Can I please go to the bathroom please? Frylock: Do you even know where the bathroom is? Travis: Yes. (they go to Carl's lawn)

Shake: What is that, for vegetables? Frylock: It translates brain synapses and neural skull vibrations into audio speech frequencies. Shake: Yeah I got one of them too. It's called a mouth.

Shake: What are you doing here? Did I not tell you yesterday... Frylock: Actually it was about two weeks ago. Shake: Yeah well, whatever I did, whenever I did it, it stands!

Shake: You'll get your own chick one day. (He coughs and says fat chance) Excuse me, I have something in my throat.

Meatwad: Do you know how long a space day is? Frylock: 782 hours. Meatwad: Neither do I.

Meatwad: Hey, I'm impressed. He seems to be picking up the english thing really fast. I mean it took me forever, and me still don't does it right.

Shake: I'm young hip and I'm single. I'm a tiger out there. You don't put a leash on a tiger.

Shake: Why don't you make... (something hits Shake in the back of the head and he stops talking) Frylock: Why don't I make what? I said make what? Are you still thinking of what you want me to make because I'll make it!

Meatwad: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey y'all know what would be fun? If I get in that pool. Frylock: And how long has it been since lunch? Meatwad: Well... six seconds. Frylock: And I just saw you eat forty hotdogs, didn't I? Meatwad: Forty? No... forty-eight. Frylock: You have to wait twenty minutes, Meatwad. MasterShake: Why don't we let him in now and we'll watch him cramp up and get sucked into the filter and jam it all up. Frylock: Shake, shut the hell up.

Steve: Are you totally sure about this one? Dr. Weird: It says to do it, Steve, and I wrote it. So it must be right! Steve: Okay, well... (he knocks Dr. Weird's head off. It lands near a campfire and ignites, he reads from a note Dr. Weird left him.) 'Now wait for further instructions from talking hole in neck.' (Dr. Weird's body is shooting out a blue gas) Uh, screw that.

Carl: Hey, who's your dead friend? He's dead! Oh, you're leaving? What are you doing, you haven't even urinated all over my house yet.

Meatwad: I heard him, he said "damn" man. Only adults like us are allowed to say "damn", "bitch", "ass" and "hell". So get your helling damnin' ass back in that bitchin' damn room, dammit! (Sees Frylock angry) Damn, what? I was just helping you out, bitch!

Travis: I rule you!!!