Mr. Fancy Pants (citizenjess) wrote in athf,
Mr. Fancy Pants
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Man, I ain't trying to watch Carl take no criznap, baby.

I've recently broken out the season three DVDs, and for some reason, am only now fully basking in the glory that is the entire episode of "Total Recarl". I would like to share my favorite quotes, because a) I have like three projects for school to do and laundry and I think my dog just crapped on the rug, and b) 'cause this is basically the only place on the Internet for it.

Frylock: Press this button and an infrared privacy curtain is activated, rendering you virtually invisible.
Carl: Oh, okay! So you know, so sort of like that movie, Predator ... only instead of hunting people, he's like, crapping.

Meatwad: Shoot, that boy's gonna poop himself inside out. He's gonna lift right off the ground. It'll be like the Hulk, ripping out the back of his pants.
Frylock: Shut up, Meatwad.
Meatwad: Okay. But it's gonna smell like a paper mill. You know that, don't you?

Shake: We don't need a toilet! The pile of clothes in the hallway has worked fine for us for years, and it will continue to work.
Meatwad: I don't know whose clothes that is, Somebody ain't wearing that again, I tell you that.

Frylock: Do you realize that every time someone flushes --
Shake: Yes, I know. Three gallons. Three gallons! Whoop dee damn doo!
Meatwad: Whoop dee damn doo-doo.
Shake: Shut up. I said that first 'til you copied me.
Meatwad: You did not.
Shake: I did, too! ... Doo. Too-doo. There, I did it again! I'm pretty good.
Frylock: Shut up, you're ruining my moment!
Shake: Yeah. Your moment. His movement. I got a book coming out!

Frylock: 'Dr. Frylock, while we appreciate your interest in body construction research, we cannot legally send you a "butt load" of organs, regardless on whether we plan on using them.'
Shake: I didn't say "buttload". I said "ass load". Bureaucrats! To think that I was polite with these people, that's the worst part.

Meatwad: Hey, y'all, check me out! I'm Shaun Cassidy.
Frylock: Put those back, they're not for you!
Shake: Yeah, that's a good one. What the hell are you talking about?
Meatwad: When he was a Hardy Boy, and, you know, they was private eyes. Plus, he had like, ten eyes in his head.
Shake: ... Okay. I'll give it to you.

Meatwad: Fudge.
Frylock: That's not an F-bomb!
Meatwad: Fudge you.
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