- Master Shake: [Shake and Carl are immobilized in their tech outfits]
- [Meatwad walks up to shake and starts painting him]
- Master Shake: What are you doin'?
- Meatwad: Paintin' you with honey.
- Master Shake: That could be cool. Hey, is that my package?
- Meatwad: No, it's my package.
- Master Shake: No it's not, it's mine.
- Meatwad: I'm allowed to order a package.
- Master Shake: OK, OK, fine, it's your package. So what did you get in YOUR package that's not mine?
- Meatwad: Oh, I dunno, let's see. BEES BOY, BEES! YOU GOT BEES!
- Master Shake: No! Whoo! OH! CARL, NO, HELP ME! WE GOT BEES HERE!
- Carl: Bees? Did you get the link I sent you, about the woman havin' sex with a bee?
- Master Shake: Look at this! A monkey, drinking it's own urine! Heh heh! LOL, IMHO, colon, parentheses! Ya hear that?
- Frylock: [listening to mp3 player] Not any more.
- Master Shake: Well, what's that thing?
- Frylock: [loudly] Oh, it's just an mp3 player. Holds 40,000 songs!
- Master Shake: Fuck you! Hand truck me up!
- Master Shake: [outside at night with E-anos on backs] Y' know, this is cool n' all, but I'm startin' to get a bad headache.
- Carl: Yeh, I know whatcha mean.
- Master Shake: I dunno if it's this song, or the heavy magnets that were inserted into my neck.