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Carl: You're really special, and I'm not sayin' that just because you're a whore!
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Clown Carl: (Using a horn as his voice, his words reading as captions as he holds a balloon shaped shotgun to his face) Please God... kill me!
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(Carl's frozen body falls to the ground)
Master Shake: That coatrack just broke.
Frylock: What?
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Frylock: You're here about the termites, aren't you?
Carl: Uh... yeah, partly. Certainly not gonna sign for anymore packages with the word "Congo" written in blood.
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Meatwad: Did the termites come? I wanna name mine Bobby!
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Frylock: Hang on Carl, I'll be right back. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing (Out in the hallway) I have no frickin' idea what I'm doing!
Shake: The flamethrower... I'll go get it.
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Carl: You have a brush I could borrow?
Frylock: You know what, we don't. We all uhhh... bald.
Meatwad: I got me one. (Holding up a toilet brush) I use this for my teeth, and my hair.
Carl: Oh yeah, I forgot. I live next door to a third world hell-hole.
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Frylock: You're here about the termites, aren't you?
Carl: Oh yeah, partly. Certainly not going to sign for any packages with the word "Congo" written in blood.
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Frylock: Eat your own damn milk!!!
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Frylock: Carl, I'm afraid... you've been clowned!
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Dr. Weird: My ass has finally decided to eat my hand! (His ass then begins to eat hand) It hungers... for more! (His ass proceeds to devour the rest of his body)