Meatwad: Where's my whiskey? I'm 'bout to get tore up! Inignot: We shall acquire some whiskey on the way to the mall. Err: And then you can get tore up. Inignot: And pass out in the hot sun. Meatwad: Them's my boys!
Master Shake: I'm not in the business of seeing whatever pleases you! Meatwad: Well I'm in business. [under his breath] Meatwad: Business of kicking your ass, and let me tell ya, business is booming. I'm open for business, business of giving you the business... up your butt. Meatwad: [Meatwad looks and sees Master Shake with a baseball bat] Did you hear me say that? Master Shake: Your looking to expand your business? Meatwad: [runs away] Business is closed! ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------Master Shake: Plaque is a figment of the liberal media and the dental industry to scare you into buying useless appliances and pastes. Now, I've heard the arguments on both sides, and there is nothing to convince me of the need to brush your teeth. Master Shake: I got rid of my teeth at a young age because... I'm straight. Teeth are for gay people. That's why fairies come and get them. Meatwad: I hear the sounds of wings on the roof. It's the Tooth Fairy. Master Shake: What, is she coming for your one tooth? She won't, since I'm gonna kick it outta your head while you're asleep. Meatwad: [starts crying]Frylock: Where do you think our TVs come from? Master Shake: Jesus? Meatwad: No. It's Santa Clause. Master Shake: It's the same thing. Meatwad: No, it ain't. And I should know. I'm Jewish. [pause] Meatwad: From this day forward.
"This is the screw of damnation! We found it behind the armoir.""OF DESPAIR!"