Aqua Unit Patrol Squad 1

Carl: So, uh... when we doing the sports part here? Frylock: (Really pissed off) We're not. We didn't. It's over. We lost. Did your ass get enough wings?! Carl: (Points to a table full of scraps) Uh, you tell me. Does this look like I got enough? Meatwad: Hey, Carl. Can I... Give me your celery. Carl: No, I need it for fiber. (Short pause) I HAVE PROBLEMS!

(Wayne pulls out all of his hair) Meatwad: So it is grass. I'm gonna eat it.

Meatwad: You got bad zits. Wayne: I got those on purpose.

Owner of the Bar: Tied for the lead with a perfect score is Wayne the brain and the one eyed guys. Carl: He didn't say it all. You gotta say it all. Say the two balls part! You don't get it without that.

Ned Hastings: And our other... competing squad. The one eyed wonder weasels and there two balls. Carl (laughing): Two balls! Ned Hastings: Very clever guys. Carl: Do you get where I'm going with that Fryman? Do you understand the thing, the joke there? Frylock: Yeah, I do Carl. Carl: Tonight!

Frylock: I tired of Wayne getting fifty bar bucks every tuesday. Shake: I got it. We'll kill Wayne.

Meatwad: Hey, Frylock! Get me a pitcher of beer. Frylock: I will not! You're not old enough to drink. Meatwad: Pssh, you don't now everything. If you did, we wouldn't be losing right now. Frylock: We wouldn't be losing right now if you didn't put down Backstreet Boys on half our answers! Meatwad: Look, my gut tells me backstreet, and that's where my brain is. With my gut. They is roomates, But sometimes they don't get along to well, you know they is always arguing about the bills.

Owner of the Bar: And the answer is, as Wayne got, beryllium. Frylock: Yes! I knew it. I totally nailed that one.

Frylock: Ooh, this one's easy. Meatwad: No kidding. Put down backstreet boys. Shake: Shh Meatwad, be quiet.

Frylock: Well we were just wondering if you wanted to come to a party with us tonight. Carl: Well it looks like there done partying. Now what there doing is loitering. And that's very illegal.

Frylock: You know what tonight is don't you? Carl: Yeah, tonight I am downloading porn at 14 kilobytes a second. Ha ha ha. No I'm just joking, I have a cable back in here.

Shake: Come on, damn it! I got this thing embedded in my ass here! Frylock: Oh shoot. I'm sorry about that! Shake: What is it? It looks like an Ethiopian toilet seat. Frylock: It's just a basketball hoop. Shake: What is this "basketball" you speak of? Frylock: Oh Hell, I forgot to put sports in the DVD. Shake: (Scoffs) And what is this "sports" you speak of?

Meatwad: Don't sweat it, we got this covered. I read the Backstreet bio. AJ likes ice skating and Howie likes the frisbee. Shake: What about Basketball Jones? Meatwad: It ain't Basketball Jones! Shake: I heard it on the radio, it's funny and it's the answer. Frylock: You put it down, I'm getting out of here. Shake: No you're not because he (Meatwad, who's drinking a pitcher of beer) does not know how to write and I completly refuse to!

Owner of the Bar: Who were the last five NCAA basketball champions. Meatwad: Don't sweat it, we got this covered. I read the backstreet boys bio. AJ likes ice cream, and Howard likes the frisbee.

Shake: There is no way you're getting sex with a thing like that on your head. Wayne: Yes. Shake: Not like us, right pal.

Owner of the Bar: And in second place, with 25 points, the Backstreet Boys. Meatwad: (Happily) They're here?! Where are they? Frylock: (Pissed off) That's what you named us. Meatwad: Oh.

Owner of the Bar: And the answer is, as Wayne got, beryllium. Frylock: Yes! I knew it. I totally nailed that one. Shake: What?! Then why didn't you say that? Frylock: What are you talking about? I wrote that down. Shake: Well I changed it to the backstreet boys. Frylock: What?! Shake: Well you heard the confidence in his voice. it sounded like he'd been there. Frylock: Been where Shake? Shake: OK, I changed it to Benmark. Frylock: What?! Meatwad: You a fool!

Meatwad: But my gut tells me backstreet, and that's where my brain is. With my gut. They is roomates, But sometimes they don't get along to well, you know they is always arguing about the bills.

Carl: There's a broad... there's a broad right there. Hey! Yeah... you, DINGBAT! I want a pitcher of beer, fried jalapeños, the nachos grandé, and let's start with fifty wings extra hot and keep the ranch coming.

Meatwad: Just face it, Frylock. We lost again and that we is dumb. Dumb as hell!

Shake: The answer is Benmark! Frylock: Benmark? Shake: It's a subcountry under Denmark. I think you might have heard of it.

Dr. Weird: (communicating via his butt) Gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself, I AM DR. BUTTOCKS! Gentlemen, where are you? (Steve hides in a corner)

Wayne: All the questions are mearly illusions created by Wayne. Just like this booth, (table dissapears) Ned Hastings, our host, (Ned Hastings and neon sign dissapears) and the hot, moist meat on your friend's wings.(pictures and chairs dissapear) Frylock: So that's why he never gets full! Wayne: Well, he's a glutton. And that bill is very real, you need to pay me right now.

Frylock: Why don't you make yourself a girlfriend if your brain is so damn advanced! (pause, then a girl appears out of nowhere) Wayne: Well, I did. Frylock: Good, then go. Wayne: Well, I will. (he floats up) Frylock: And take your damn girlfriend. Wayne: I will, she's with me, stop looking at her.

Frylock: Okay, say it. Say the Backstreet Boys. Meatwad: I know, that's what I thought at first too. But if you think back, to the time you took me to the lake, and taught me how to go fishin'... you'll realize that has nothing to do with this! The answer, is N'Sync.

Wayne: Go ahead, ask forth your question to the all knowing Wayne, and Wayne shall deliver onto you the answer of correctitude, reguardless of your limited ability to comprehend it. Frylock: Okay. What did you put for the final question. Wayne: Pheh. The Backstreet Boys. Meatwad: What? What!? Your hair is good to eat.

Frylock: Alright, how we doing? Meatwad: Fine. Shake: No! We're not doing that. My eyes, are thirsty as hell. Who do you think you are? Frylock: I'm the only U.S. president to serve two non-consecutive terms in the oval office. Shake: Well then that would make you Grover Cleveland! And then- why is this coming out of my mouth?!? Frylock: Meatwad... how many non-consecutive terms did Grover Clevelead serve? Meatwad: I'm fine. Everything's fine like wine.

Wayne: Yes, yes, oh god, yes!

Ned Hastings: For ten points: When traveling at a subsonic speed during the last one hour of hypersleep, which vector of the Romulan nebula will suffer the wrath of the impenetrable quickening? And for extra points, how many wraths till the nearest molton? Be specific, this is a real question.