Meatwad: Shake, where is my popsicle? Shake: Please, wait a second! Meatwad: I require a popsicle every fifteen minutes, you obviously did not read the memo. Shake: Is this your memo? I don’t even know what this is! Meatwad: You sicken me with your lies Shake: I’ll make you some right away! Meatwad: Make me some? Please, do not insult what little intelligence I have. I need it now! Shake: Then I’ll go to the store, please, sir. Meatwad: Yes you will, now what is the magic word, bitch? Shake: Please, let me go to the store and get popsicles for you, thank you, sire! Meatwad: That’s right! You’d better run boy and bring back some chocolate syrup too, or your fate is sealed.
Frylock: Damnit, he needs his brain, otherwise, he's just gonna float around forever saying 'do what now.' Meatwad: Do what now?
Meatwad: Everybody hates me because they die or get hurt.
Frylock: That's soap? Really, well, it kind of smells like waste. Emory: Well, one man's waste is another man's soap, you know what I mean, guys?
Meatwad: Look, he gave me this chrome sled. Boy, I hope it snows soon, don't you, Carl? Carl: Oh yeah, can't wait, a winter wonderland. Now, let me see that sled, it's my friggin hubcap.
Frylock: Here, how'd you like to get down with some real gangstaz, from the 15th century. (Frylock shows Meatwad some Bach and Beethoven cd's) Meatwad: Batch? Bee-toven!? Are they down with the pee pants?
Carl: Hey, which one of you guys have been playing 'i like candy' for a friggin week? Frylock: it was your other neighbors Master Shake: meatwad Carl: You know what, at this point, it doesn't matter because it keeps running inside my head and it won't leave unless I blow it out, with a bullet.
Meatwad: Where the damn presents? Frylock: It's the middle of the day, Meatwad, that wasn't Santa Claus, okay? Meatwad: Ah, well, you know maybe Santa's just sort of getting a jump start on things this year, 'cause, you know, statistics they show that there are more children in the world today... That's China's fault.
Carl: ahh, oh, damnit! Shake: You're all right. Carl: No, don't worry about me. I fell two stories, I'm fine.
Master Shake: I got rid of my teeth at a young age because i'm straight, teeth are for gay people. Meatwad: If teeth make me gay then sign me up, 'cause i wish i had them.
Ignignot: You and your third dimension. Frylock: What about it? Ignignot: Oh nothing. it's cute. We have five.. Err: Thou-thousand Ignignot: Yes, five thousand Err: Don't question it Frylock: Oh yeah? Well I only see two Ignignot: Well that sounds like a personal problem.
DO NOT ADVERTISE YOUR LAME ASS COMMUNITY UNLESS IT IS RELEVANT TO ADULT SWIM OR ATHF. OTHERWISE, NO ONE CARES, REALLY.