- Frylock: Yeah, and that's why you're a candidate for heart disease.
- Master Shake: Well, I have three hearts 'cause I'm from Tatooine and my mother...
- Frylock: No, you're not.
- Master Shake: Really? Interesting. 'Cause you know I get my physical every year on Alderaan!
- Frylock: That didn't happen.
- Master Shake: Well, I... I am from the Dagobah system!
- Frylock: I just put it in there to get you excited about your real dinner... this... uh... celery stalk right here. Mm!
- Meatwad: Well, it ain't workin'. Now, if you expect me to eat this, you gonna have to supply me with some wing sauce.
- Frylock: How about a twist of lemon?
- Meatwad: How about a twist of I gouge your mother fuckin' eyes out? Get me the Goddamn wing sauce!
- Meatwad: I'm tired of this diet. Can't eat what I want. What's the point of livin'?
- Master Shake: There isn't any... hold my gun for me, will ya?
- Meatwad: But I want lips like the tomb raider. I got nothing. Flat lips. They ain't sultry.
- Master Shake: [appearing with a funnel cake stand] Funnel cakes! Get your hot funnel cakes here!
- Meatwad: Funnel cakes!
- Master Shake: Funnel cakes from the tomb raider!
- Master Shake: Do you have to fry those here, Shake?
- Master Shake: Yeah, I do.
- [pauses]
- Master Shake: Who's ready? Someone must be ready for a funnel cake! I wish I could find someone!