(in Al's fantasy, he's surrounded by four lingerie-clad women)
Al: And so, that's how I defeated the Robots in the first inter-galactic Super Bowl. So, what do you want to do now girls?
Macadamia: We'd just like to serve you, beautiful one.
Al: Well, what's on the menu?
Cashew: Whipped cream bath?
Almond: Horsey ride?
Macadamia: Or, shall we go back in our cages and frug for you again?