Sheen: (playing with his food) Could our parents have embarrassed us more today?
Mrs. Wheezer: (approaches) What's wrong, Carl? Is my seven layer soy mulch too tough? Let mommy pre-chew it for you... (introduces Carl's food in her mouth and chews it)
(Jimmy and Sheen get sicken)
Mrs. Wheezer: (barfs Carl's food on the plate)
Carl: (eats barfed food) (enjoys it)
(Jimmy and Sheen get more sick than before)
Carl: (notices Jimmy and Sheen's faces) I mean gross!