- Frylock: Shake, how did you get in this beam?
- Master Shake: Look, that beam came from space. You don't own space, so stop acting like you do.
- [Frylock meets the Plutonians and witnesses their incompetence]
- Oglethorpe: We are on a secret mission of world domination!
- Frylock: World domination? You guys couldn't take over a damn bowl of jello.
- Emory: Is that, like, an important place or something?
- Carl: Hey, buddy, how you doin' there? Pizzaland, huh? That's lots of fun. Hey, uh, I wanted to let you know... that, uh, YOU BURNED MY FRICKIN' HOUSE DOWN!
- Master Shake: But the grass is gone, correct? Look, that is the cost of doing business. I told you there would be risks.
- Carl: Yeah, no. The grass is gone. Just like your face is gonna be gone when I shove it in a pastrami slicer.
- Master Shake: [chuckles] Slice my face off? You are clever. You're a quick wit. Oh well, look, relax. And I'll be down there in, like, five minutes, and we'll iron all this out, okay?
- Carl: Oh yeah, that sounds great! That sounds great, yeah. We'll iron it out. I'll go get my iron... my tire iron.
- [Shake has just caused Carl's lawn to be burned up]
- Carl: [holding a tire iron] Heyyyy, buddy!
- Master Shake: Hey, Carl. Wow, your lawn looks good.
- Carl: Liking it?
- Master Shake: Why's your house all curled up?
- Carl: I don't know, I was hoping maybe we could have a little dialogue about that.
- [Emory and Oglethorpe are two aliens; Frylock has beamed onto their ship]
- Frylock: What are these spikes, these spikes all over your body? I mean, surely they have a purpose.
- Emory: What spikes?
- Oglethorpe: Oh, these? No no no, these are not spikes; they are pointy arms.
- Emory: We squirt soap out of them, and that's how we keep the ship so clean. See?
- [does so]
- Frylock: That's soap? Well, it kind of smells like waste.
- Emory: Well, one man's waste is another man's... soap.
- [Oglethorpe knocks over a barbecue]
- Emory: That is great. Why don't you burn the whole ship down while you're at it.
- Oglethorpe: Shut up. I have an amazing plan to betray our new friend. HAHAHAHAHA.
- Emory: I thought the plan was to barbecue with him.
- Oglethorpe: Plans are for fools. When he gets here we melt him... and laugh... on into the night. HAHAHAHAHA.
- [the Plutonians are trying to determine why Master Shake isn't melting]
- Oglethorpe: Well, maybe you shouldn't have run the melter through the VCR!
- Emory: Well, maybe you shouldn't have insisted that all meltings be taped! I mean, you know you never watch them!
- [Master Shake, despite expectations, is not melting]
- Emory: We could still melt him. Like, I have this really bitchin' hair dryer...
- Oglethorpe: Well, you think that will work, break it out then. That will only take *four thousand moltons*!
- Emory: Well, I'm just tryin' to help!
- Oglethorpe: Well, I think screwing everything up is a funny way to he...
- Frylock: [on the Plutonian spaceship] Which one of these buttons beams me out of here?
- Oglethorpe: Those buttons are red! YOU'LL DESTROY US ALL!
- [Frylock presses a button and party music plays while balloons and confetti fall out of the ceiling]
- Emory: Alright, party time.
- Oglethorpe: Whose birthday is it? Someone gets a spanking!
- [Frylock presses some more buttons until Master Shake beams in]
- Master Shake: Hey! Happy birthday! Who's the lucky boy?
- Frylock: SHAKE! How'd you get in this beam?
- Master Shake: Look, that beam came from space. You don't own space, so stop acting like you do!
- Frylock: I'm outta here.