- Frylock: [to Meatwad] YOU'RE. NOT. PREGNANT.
- Master Shake: Of course he is! Now I can wail on you for two!
- [Meatwad suffers mood swings from being pregnant]
- Meatwad: Oh... boy, I apologize. My hormones are goin' nuts. Now, please... if you would... get the f*** outta my way. I mean, how many times I gotta f***in' write "ice cream" on this f***in' list before someone gets in f***in' gear, and brings home the f***in' ice cream? Maybe I should get a steak knife, and etch it in your muthaf***in' forehead! How hard can it f***in' be? Ice muthaf***in' cream! I guess that's the price I pay for livin' with two f***in' morons!
- Master Shake: [Typing on the computer] Search for "tooth and plaque conspiracy..."
- [pause]
- Master Shake: and "Metallica."
- Meatwad: And Backstreet Boys.
- Master Shake: All right, you see the homeless guy up there in the gridwork? Not him. It's above him.
- Frylock: Nuh-uhhh... I don't see anything but wood. I mean, it's just woodgrain...
- Master Shake: It's right in the butt of the gun. Lookit the butt of the gun.
- Frylock: I'm lookin' at the butt of the gun. I don't see nothin' but the gun.
- Master Shake: What the hell's the mat - hey! Yo! Choch! Show my dumb friend over here where Gee Whiz is, willya?
- Homeless Man: [mumbling] Mehmhmhmhhmmmm... Gee Whiz... you Gee Whiz?
- Master Shake: That's gr... yes, thank you! Okay! SHOW HIM. ON. THE. BILL. BOARD!
- Homeless Man: [long pause] ME! ME GEE WHIZ!
- Master Shake: Ohhhhhhoohohohhhhh... great. 'Nuther whackjob. Hey, Gee Whiz: can you FLY?
- Homeless Man: [hysterical screaming] GIMMAHYAMUNNNAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!
- [THUD]
- Master Shake: [nonchalantly, as Frylock stares in horror] 'Kay, now that he's gone. Right where his head was, you gotta squint like...
- Frylock: [deadpan] I'm outta here. This is bull.
- [referring to Meatwad's pregnancy]
- Carl: So, uh, there's gonna be another one of you animals runnin' around over here. Great. We'll start a zoo.
- Frylock: [after Meatwad has a hormonal mood swing] Damn!
- Meatwad: Oh... boy. I apologize. My hormones are goin' nuts. Now, please. If you would... get the
- [elephant trumpets]
- Meatwad: outta my way. I mean, how many times I gotta
- [alarm bell]
- Meatwad: write "ice cream" on this
- [squeaks]
- Meatwad: list before someone gets his
- [horse neighs]
- Meatwad: in gear and brings home the
- [owl hoots]
- Meatwad: ice cream? Maybe I should get a steak knife and etch it in your mutha-
- [plunger sound]
- Meatwad: forehead! How hard can it
- [squeak-squeak]
- Meatwad: be? Ice mutha-
- [drum roll]
- Meatwad: cream! I guess that's the price I pay for livin' with two
- [dial tone]
- Meatwad: morons!
- Master Shake: What happened to courtesy?