Lets Stop Explain and Then Explain Again Aqua Teen
Carl: Hey! THERE'S A FRIGGIN' EASTER EGG IN MY YARD!
Meatwad: Well, that'due south probably Eggzilla, Carl. He'southward that burn down breathin' Easter egg, come out of my mind.
Carl: Of course.
- Afterwards, once Eggzilla and his new girlfriend that Meatwad conjured up for him destroy Carl's firm, Carl practically loses it and aids them in the destruction of his ain property.
Carl: Hey, make sure the house is completely crushed if you could!
- All of this occurs while Santa Claus, brought in by Meatwad in the heart of July because he wanted early Christmas presents, is called-for alive afterward having been fix ablaze by Eggzilla.
Zakk Wylde: Why did I even get wasted and piece of work with [Milk shake]? I mean, this isn't even a existent microphone! It'south a stick with a marshmallow on it!
- Shake also roped Geddy Lee of Rush into singing on information technology, and he practically craps himself when he sees Lee's plane with the "Fly By Night" artwork sitting in his driveway.
- Shake has Wylde perform with a pair of animatronic scorpions. Milk shake's song is and so bad that they go sentient, announce their desire to embark on "solo careers", whip out missiles and blow each other up (and Wylde, who was literally caught in the middle).
Shake [charred from the explosion]: Can I just say when I bought them, I didn't know they came armed with laser cannons? They probably charged me actress.
Frylock [also charred]: So, uh, what are you going to tell Zack's wife and children?
Milkshake: You saw him. The human was drunk and out of control.
- Oh! Hey, yous know this is pretty dainty! I am kind of hungry.
- Good. THEN Permit THE MATING Begin!
Dr. Weird: GENTLEMEN! I BRING YOU... [shutter opens up] More CORN!
Steve: Uh, gee, I dunno human being... I mean, after final time—
Dr. Weird: THIS TIME SHALL BE Dissimilar! [cackles]
* Beat*
Steve: Well, alright... crusade I am hungry again—
[corn launches at him and pins him to the wall]
Dr. Weird: IT'Due south Non Dissimilar AT ALL, IS It, STEVE? AAAHAHAHAHAHA!
Dr. Weird: Gentleman... BEHOLD! [shutter opens, revealing a wall of amps] Are you set up to ROCK?
(bad-mannered silence)
Steve: U-um, I-I'g ready to ro—
Dr. Weird: THEN I'Grand GONNA Accident YOUR HAIR TO THE BACK OF THIS AUDITORIUM! one, ii, 3, iv! [starts shredding] THIS I IS Called, "ROBOT Illness"!
Dr. Weird: *The serpent is coiled around his neck* Steve...
Steve: Yep?
Steve: Aw hell no!
Dr. Weird: HAHAHAHAHA! GENTLEMEN! BEHOLD! [doors open up, Moth-Monster-man is revealed...] Moth-Monst-[...and he immediately flies out through the rabbit hole] OH NO! MOTH-MONSTERMAN NO! COME BACK!
Steve: He has escaped!
Dr. Weird: Yeah. Through the hole! [slips and falls] MY Assistant!
Dr. Weird: Gentlemen, banquet your eyes!
[the gate goes up revealing a vortex]
Steve: What the hell?!
Dr. Weird: Don't feast, run! Dammit! (he and Steve get sucked in)
- Carl afterward starts wearing the mummy'southward crown, unaware that his legs have been turned into a snake's tail... until Master Milkshake points it out.
- In particular, David Long Jr. as Carl
. Fan opinion was somewhat divided on the balance, but everyone agreed he absolutely nailed information technology.
- "Everything you say is tedious."
- When the Plutonians begin their prank war with the Mooninites:
Oglethorpe: Oh no, he did non do that!
Emory: What was—
Oglethorpe: That dude back in that location simply flipped me off!
Emory: Really? Y-Yous saw that?
[Back at the Mooninites' ship, Ignigknot is flashing an extra-large middle finger.]
Err: Did he see it?
Ignigknot: Oh yep, Err. He saw the finger. My question is, does he know what to do with information technology?
[Dorsum to the Plutonians]
Oglethorpe: Stop this ship!
Emory: Okay, only we're not supposed to cease at this speed...
Oglethorpe: End Information technology AT THIS SPEED!
[The send comes to an abrupt halt, and they both crash through the window.]
Err: Oh human being, that'south just gonna—oh man, he's backin' up! (beep)IN FLY' HE'S BACKIN' UP! Come up ON!
Ignigknot: No. (flashes a 2d actress-large middle finger) We'll double his pleasure.
Err: Take TWO, muddamuchacos!
Ignigknot: And call us in the forenoon.
Err: Aye, call us! We'll be drunk!
Ignigknot: Romulox...?
Romulox: Hither I am, rock you like a hurricane.
Ignigknot: Happy Time Harry...?
[Happy Time Harry vomits.]
Ignigknot: The Trees...? (Beat) Did anyone see a big tree in the bath?
Err: Oh aye...they left a message, they're runnin' late, they're hitchin' a ride with Flargin and Dingle.
Ignigknot: Flargin and what?
(Afterwards)
Ignigknot: Cybernetic Ghost of Christmas Past from the Future...?
Cybernetic Ghost: [equally fume blows around him] Thousands of years ago, before Sigourney Weaver—
Ignigknot: "Hither" will piece of work but fine. Thank you.
Cybernetic Ghost: ...Here.
Err: And NO SMOKING! [jumping upward and down in place] GIMME A Fume, GIMME A SMOKE, GIMME A Smoke!
Ignigknot: Err, stay with the patch. Your blood force per unit area.
Err: [to the Ghost] Yous tell another story!
Cybernetic Ghost: [equally smoke blows around him] Thousands of years ago, I survived the quickening of the dragonoid's crusade...
Err: (breathing in) Mmmm... polish and menthol-y.
Credibility Monsters: (Hellish roaring and screeching)
Ignigknot: I know, I know, we're getting to yous, just wait your plow. You're coming up on the listing.
(Extended Trounce)
Ignigknot: ...'kay, Credibility Monsters.
Brownie Monsters: (Hellish roaring and screeching)
Ignigknot: Emory and Oglethorpe...?
[awkward silence]
Err: Ha-HA!
Ignigknot: "...were non invited" is the correct stop to that sentence.
Err: Put a period on that!
Ignigknot: Plutonians are teh suck. annotation This is how the closed captioning reads for this statement.
Err: Are you lot ready to Piece of work for the Weekend
? 'Cuz I'yard gonna Turn Yous Loose
to Hot Girls in Love
!
(Shake stands in the center of the street waiting for his promised "hot girls", merely no one comes)
Err: Human, how come it own't workin' on him?
Ignignokt: Because those are Loverboy songs, Err...and Loverboy has always sucked.
Carl: (shouting from offscreen) No they don't! I saw them in '85 at Madison Square and they kicked ass!
- And the sirens were Neko Example and Kelly Hogan, which is a Moment of Awesome for indie rock/alt country fans.
- If you call up that'south funny, you should run into Carl's attempts at "dancing"
. The Sirens' and John Kruk's reactions seal the bargain.
Meatward: I thought you said TV was bad.
Frylock: Oh it is... but we f*** ing need it!
Carl: Oh, practise not tell me that THAT IS MY CAR UP THERE ON THE ROOF!
Meatwad: okay, we won't.
Carl: Get it downward!
Meatwad: Okay.
Carl: Wait, no, don't—[Carl'due south car lands with a loud crash, totaled in the process] DAMN IT!
- This archetype jewel after Frylock sends Travis of the Creation to timeout for swearing:
- Carl discovers Travis urinating all over his house, and needless to say he is not pleased.
Carl: (feigning excitement) Hey! Who'south your dead friend? He's expressionless!
- GENTLEMEN, BEHOLD!
- Genius Bonus: Hallucination!Frylock is based on the schizophrenic cat fine art of Louis Wain.
Frylock: Meatwad, look at me. Look at me. (distorted) How many fries am I holding upward?
Meatwad: Yous come here to kill me! Bullfrog male monarch!
- Genius Bonus: Hallucination!Frylock is based on the schizophrenic cat fine art of Louis Wain.
"The... domestic dog blew up again."
- Later, it's revealed that Meatwad had been eating caulk the whole fourth dimension, which makes him think he has been seeing into the future. He then asks Frylock if seeing Carl hit oil was real. He tells him no. Cue Carl and Shake covered in a black substance that's not oil, but the...er...stuff from Carl'southward septic tank.
Milk shake: Meatwad, it'southward spaghetti time! Oh boy, spaghetti!
Meatwad: All right, spaghetti! Now that'southward Italian!
Shake: In that location it is, consume it! (cuts to some cords)
Meatwad: That doesn't wait similar whatsoever spaghetti I know.
(Shake adds dinner plates and silverware underneath the cords)
Shake: There, now it's spaghetti.
Meatwad: You're messin' with me, aren't y'all?!
Milkshake: You're right, I'm sorry. The real spaghetti got moisture when I was boiling it and so... it'southward in the dryer!
Meatwad: Why didn't you say so! Information technology's probably dry by now, let'due south go become it. (hops in the dryer) Now retrieve, I similar it spicy!
Shake: (laughs as he turns the dryer on) So stupid!
Meatwad: Hey, wait a second! Why'due south it spinnin'?
Schoolly D: (narrating) Come on, think about it, Meatwad. It's a dryer, man. Of course it'south gonna spin.
- Meatwad getting Drunkard with Power:
Meatwad: Shake. Where is my popsicle?
Milkshake: Please-
Meatwad: I require a popsicle every fifteen minutes. You plain did non read the memo.
Milk shake: This is your memo?! [holds up sheet of newspaper with what could loosely be called a drawing on it] I don't fifty-fifty know what this is!
Meatwad: [pins Milk shake to the wall with Force lightning] You sicken me with your lies.
Shake: I'll make y'all some right away!
Meatwad: Make me some? Please do not insult what little intelligence I have. I need it now.
- Especially "3 Million Bottles of Beer on the Wall":
Meatwad #17: Await, I got mixed up. Start over!
- And when they finally finish the song 27 years afterward:
Meatwad #1: Hehehe, that was fun!
Meatwad #two: Aye, that was fun!
Meatwad #3: That was fun.
Meatwad #four: Well now what do we do?
Meatwad #i: I suppose nosotros can sit here and get to know each other. Or we could sing that song i more cotton wool-picking time! - And with that, they do. Every bit the POV zooms out from the house, a gunshot is heard from the other room, considering in 27 years Milkshake still hasn't left.
- At the end of the episode, Shake gives a patriotic voice communication nigh the importance of eating your boogers, then that the Mucusoids don't take over the world and enslave humanity!
- Repeatedly mouthing off to (and then blasting) Carl.
- Forcing Carl to order him Chinese take-out, and and then blasting him when he whimsically changes his gild.
- And in the process burned downwards his house and scorched his lawn into a charred wreck.
- Terry's "cosmetic surgery" at the end of the episode (to replace Frylock'due south bad surgery, he ends upward giving him eye-tits).
Steve: [enter] Hey, I'k back from lunch—
Dr. Weird: WHERE'S MINE?!
[Crush]
Steve: Um... I thought you said you don't similar to swallow, cause, you said nutrient makes you really... [Dr. Weird rips his brain out from the back of his caput] ...uh...crazy?
Dr. Weird: THIS MAKES ME CRAZY! [collapses, dead; brain starts floating]
Dr. Weird's Encephalon: Gimme some chips, boy!
[Dr. Weird's encephalon chases Steve, shooting lasers at him]
Dr. Weird: YES, TERRY! MINE FOR BRAINS! UWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Steve: Hey, uh... who was that on the phone?
Dr. Weird: Um, no one... er—HEY! Allow'Southward [produces massive needle] HIGHLIGHT YOUR Pilus!
Steve: But I similar my hair this colour—
[Steve gets jabbed in the cervix with the needle and immediately collapses]
Dr. Weird: Information technology BEGINS!
Dr. Weird: Close THE F**K Upward, STEVE! YOU'RE SCARING THEM!
Dr. Weird: GENTLEMEN...WHO STOLE MY HAIRARIUM?!
Steve: Y-your...what?
Dr. Weird: MY HAIR HELMET!!
Steve: Oh...t-that's right there...on your caput.
Dr. Weird: Oh...(Beat)...BULLS**T!
Steve: [talking on a phone] Uh, yes. Uh, six inch on wheat, no mayo... uh, hang on. Uh, Dr. Weird?
Dr. Weird: [with his hand behind his back] MY Donkey HAS FINALLY DECIDED TO Consume MY HAND! (sharp convulsion) It HUNGERS... FOR MORE!
[Dr. Weird'due south entire body gets sucked in until there'due south zero left only a small ball of mankind with a slice of Dr. Weird's muumuu sticking out.]
Steve: [completely unfazed and returns to talking on the phone] Uh, yep, only the one hoagie.
*Dr. Weird is wearing a tribal headdress*
Steve: *as Dr. Weird places a manus on his shoulder* Yep, hey... y'know what, this is my two weeks' notice—
Dr. Weird: SAMHAIN... *he tears out Steve'due south spinal cavalcade* FOREVER!!
*Steve collapses onto the floor as Dr. Weird laughs manaically*
(Beat)
Dr. Weird: Ho ho.
- When the titular robot enters Carl'southward room, Carl is completely at-home throughout the unabridged "conversation" he has with him.
- Child-Carl's Christmas souvenir. Which is a piece of carpet. Which is also his dinner.
- As well Kid-Carl is simply a piffling less baldheaded than adult Carl and already has his pot abdomen and wife beater.
- That Carl'southward house was built upon elfin graves, hence why his pool was filled with elfin blood.
- It somehow creates babies.
- "Wait, who unionized?" "Wouldn't you similar to know? Probably your mama!"
- Also: "You must give upwardly yourself to the Neat Red Ape." "Okay, how much?" "Sexually."
Frylock: You don't demand to go Carl! You lot could exercise that....other affair...
Carl: Yeah, no thanks, Fryman. I'thousand non gonna go humped by a red gorilla in space. - Cybernetic Ghost hiding from Danzig and his sprinklers of blood.
- Danzig buying the house specifically considering it's haunted by a cybernetic ghost and has blood dripping from the walls.
Danzig: Is at that place any chance we could get the blood to flow UP the walls?
Cybernetic Ghost: "I don't encounter why not."
Ignignokt: He said no, Err. With his pes.
- When Frylock analyzes Carl's brain to text, the screen is covered in obscenities with the f-bombs strategically covered.
- "Here ya go, Shawn Cassidy."
- The wait on Milkshake's face when he sees Carl'southward head attached to the body of an old black guy.
- Shake ruins Frylock's initial endeavor to build a fresh new body for Carl via an organ bank:
Frylock: "Dr. Frylock, while we capeesh your interest in body construction inquiry, we cannot legally send you a, quote-unquote, 'buttload of organs', regardless of whether we plan on using them."
Shake: I didn't say "buttload"! (Vanquish) I said "ASS-load". - Frylock rebuilds Carl past giving him a war machine arrange and arming him with weapons of mass destruction. He simply realizes it'south a bad idea when information technology'due south Shake who calls him out on it.
Frylock: I give you the ultimate in war machine hardware complete with laser cannon, indestructible titanium exoskeleton and motility-activated plasma pulse rifles.
Milk shake: And you lot're gonna plug him in!?
Frylock: Yous're right. Damn, what the hell was I thinking? - Shake's reaction when he sees the result of the body they tried to make out of medical waste product organs (and the only organs they could obtain were eyeballs. )
Shake: Will he be able to chase united states of america? 'Crusade if I woke up looking like that, I would simply run towards the nearest living affair and kill it.
- Meatwad repeatedly mishearing Frylock saying that Shake found the Broodwich.
Frylock: That's... the Broodwich!
Meatwad: The boob witch?
Frylock: No no, Meatwad, the Broodwich. The Broodwich!
Meatwad: Expect, wait, say what?
Frylock: Broodwich!
Meatwad: The Blair Witch is here?
Frylock: No no, the Broodwich!
Shake: I'll tell yous what it is, friends. It's close upward and permit me eat it! - The disembodied vocalisation and Shake ripping on Frylock for reading Faddy.
- Meatwad planting Frylock'south azalea bushes by throwing them downward the pigsty where Shake found the Broodwich.
- Meatwad tells Shake that Jerry from the other dimension is a "nice guy once yous become to know him" despite him repeatedly trying to kill Milkshake with an axe. Shake believes him and takes another seize with teeth of the Broodwich.
Frylock: Wow, so you're saying information technology was fun?
Meatwad: Hell naw, that sum'bitch had an axe! - Followed by Shake watching Jerry and his friend talking nearly their wives giving them crap at home. Hither's the extended version of the scene
.
Ignignokt: What was that?
Err: Whoa, did those simply come out of your eyes?
Ignignokt: They're primitive.
Err: Damn, those are fast, man.
Ignignokt: Nosotros are non impressed.
Err: Hey, wasn't that cool?
Ted Nugent: It is I, Ted Nugent, and if any of you don't got a gun, a knife, handkerchief, and a Chap-Stick, go the f[GUITAR RIFF]k outta here!
- From earlier in the aforementioned episode, the Sound-Effect Bleep resulting from said Standards and Practices. When Meatwad is supposedly "pregnant", at 1 bespeak he launches into a foul-mouthed rant:
Meatwad: Oh boy, I repent. My hormones are going basics! At present please, if you would, get the [ELEPHANT TRUMPET] out of my way. I hateful, how many times exercise I gotta [ALARM Bell] write water ice cream on this [SQUEAK] listing, before someone gets his [Horse WHINNY] in gear, and brings habitation the [OWL HOOT] ice cream?! Mayhap I SHOULD GET A STEAK Pocketknife, AND ETCH It IN YOUR Female parent-[CORK Pop] Brow! HOW HARD CAN IT [SQUEAK] Exist? ICE MOTHER- [DRUMROLL] CREAM! I guess that's the cost I pay for living with TWO [Dial TONE] MORONS!
Meatwad: *slams door and leaves*
Shake: ...What happened to courtesy? Did it just...disappear?
Frylock: I had to suspend the RAM in a colloidal fluid, (etc...)
Milk shake: Considering you lot're a witch and you fabricated it disappear with your evil magic!
Meatwad: He's a witch?!
Frylock: *deadpan* I'1000 not a witch.
Milk shake: Oh yeah!
Frylock: I'm non a witch!
Shake: Don't look at him wrong, he'll shrink your head to the size of a pea, I've seen it!
Frylock: Look, the hard drive spun and then fast, information technology ship the computer back in time.
Shake: To the time of witches, where yous once lived! Bring forth the stakes! Y'all shall burn for your beliefs, WITCH! *the door buzzer rings* My pizza's here! Pizza time pizza time pizza fourth dimension!... *hops out of the room, still duct-taped to the chair*
Meatwad: It's all startin' to add up now, isn't it? The levitation. The eeevil volume readin'. Dem cream cookies yous always eatin'...you a damn witch!
Frylock: Oh yes? Well whatcha you gonna do about it?
Meatwad: Eat pizza. Pizza time pizza fourth dimension pizza time!... *exit*
- From the aforementioned episode, when Frylock reveals said supercomputer:
Frylock: Gentlemen... the OoGhiJ MIQtxxXA!
Shake: Frylock. Come on. You lot're actually gonna call information technology that?
Frylock: Well, yep! I mean, that's the Klingon word for "superior galactic intelligence," and that'southward... what this is.
Shake: "Superior galactic grandma after eatin' a cake of cheese, smokin' iii packs of cigarettes, and drinkin' a quart of milk." Icky, that's the word!
Frylock: Well, I invented it, and I can phone call it what I want!
Shake: Fine! Hey, good luck with the casual sex! I mean information technology. No, 'crusade you won't get it, not with that name. Anyway, continue. I'm distressing to interrupt.
Frylock: (sighs) Meatwad, what do you lot recall?
Meatwad: (Beat) My barrel itches.
Frylock: All right, all right, fine! What should I call information technology, and then?!
Shake: "BAD-Donkey MUTHA!!"
Meatwad: No, "Snoopy!" Or... or "Schroeder." One of them two.
Milkshake: No. "Bad-Ass Mutha 4000!"
Meatwad: "The Red Businesswoman."
Shake: Twice equally fast as your ass! Yeah, babe! - Milkshake tells Meatwad Oog is his dad.
Shake: Hey Meatwad, your dad'southward hither! He wants to brand amends!
Meatwad: That own't my daddie.
Milk shake: Certain he is. I asked "are yous Meatwad's dad?", he said "How'd you know? Yes I am."
Carl: Hello ladies, I'd like to introduce you to my little friend at that place, Goliath. Nosotros had to order special elastic pants for him on the internet.
- This ends up backfiring, as it also enlarged Carl's pubic lice, which promptly jump out and run effectually the hallway. Carl seems to look this, and apace advises that "If they become close to ya, hit 'em with the shampoo."
Meatwad Yous know what? Screw chicken and beans! I'm washed with that. I ain't a dancing robot, I'one thousand an creative person and I demand to create! You're all merely beasts and animals shaking the bars of the cages in my zoo! And I am a magic unicorn astride a gilded stalion picked upwardly by two giant bronze grizzly bears! Now, Charity, Chastity; get over here and blow me before I go onstage. I accept to lose iii ounces then I tin can rock these leather chaps right proppa!
Frylock: [Wakes with Saw 'southward Reverse Behave Trap on his face] Where am I?!
Boob: Welcome to Canada, Frylock. The key to the trap on your head is implanted in your skull, just behind your right eye. On the table in front of you is a grapefruit and grapefruit spoon. Practise the math.
Frylock: Await, wait, await, wait! What'due south the grapefruit for?!
Puppet: [pause] I'yard not certain really, I forgot. Y'all think you could possibly... grab your jaw and just sort of rip your head open? I want to see inside there... RIP YOUR Caput OPEN!
Puppet: Are you enjoying our piffling game?
Frylock: Yeah, it's over. I merely took it off.
Puppet: You have sixty seconds... wait, what are yous talking about?
Frylock: I just took it off. Here it is. Run into, right here.
Boob: Oh wow, shoot.
Frylock: Information technology was merely a twist tie.
Puppet: From my whole wheat breadstuff loaf! You establish it! Bring it to me. You have sixty seconds.
Frylock: Where are yous?
Puppet: I don't know! I'm a doll.
Frylock: Well hell, you must be somewhere. There'southward a camera on yous.
Boob: There's a camera on me? For real? What practice I look like? [Holds pocket mirror to his face] Am I pretty?
Frylock: Is this all y'all do upwardly in Canada?
Puppet: We speak French... sometimes. Pretty much this though.
Frylock: Look, I'm going back to the U.s., okay?
Puppet: Look, um, uh, why don't you jam that grapefruit spoon in your middle. Is that cool?
Frylock: Uh, let me think almost that. No.
Boob: Come on, man. Don't be a dick. Practice it..or else!
Frylock: Or else what?
Boob: [Grapefruit catches on burn] Or else that! See what that did? What if you were eating that when that happened. ...nightmare!
Frylock: I am out of here.
Puppet: Wait... that key's all the same in your caput.
Frylock: No it's not.
Puppet: Dammit! Just hack your foot off! Await, Frylock! C'mon, don't go. Nosotros have universal health care here. It's free if y'all're a citizen.
Frylock: Nope. No thanks.
Puppet: C'mon man, hang out. I'm alone.
- And so in that location's a follow-up scene near the end with Meatwad.
Meatwad: What's in here?
Frylock: Why don't you become find out?
Meatwad: Okay. I'll exercise anything. [Enters befouled]
Boob: Wanna play a game?
Meatwad: No thanks. [Exits]
Puppet: Wait! Wait! Don't go, don't go! Come up on, homo! I've got all the Blitz records. Come on, man. Please! But come hang out with me! [In a defeated tone] Damn...
"I told him he needed to chill, but he misheard me as maxim that he needed to KILL."
- Doubles as a Moment of Crawly as well.
Meatwad: Something'south incorrect with that Telly.
Frylock: There's nothing wrong with that Television set.
(Television starts gushing blood)
Frylock: Okay, something'due south wrong with information technology.
Milkshake: What do you mean, no?! Don't you lot know how much this is for?! Because I do not!
Cashier: Look, uh, nosotros don't cash checks here.
Shake: And we don't respond to threats. I'll say it one more time in a little linguistic communication I similar to call English language. Or maybe I should say information technology in Mehicano? Get back dero and casho the checko, amigo. Andale! Andale!
Ignigknot: He'south non responding, cup. Lay into him more than.
Err: (outside) Yeah, lay into him some more!
Ignigknot: I've got this, Err!
Cashier: That thing there is your check?
Shake: Yes, that's the check.
Cashier: Well, nosotros don't cash 'em.
Shake: Oh, you've never seen a check before? Oh, me and so deplorable. Uh, maybe yous're in the wrong business. And maybe immigration would like to know about this?
Cashier: Good, cause you know what? I'm American.
Milk shake: Well I'm not. But when I become one, maybe I'll legally buy a weapon, and we won't accept to vote yous out of part. Will we, scumbag?!
(Milkshake and Ignigknot are kicked out of the shop)
Shake: Unbelievable!
Ignigknot: Unfathomable.
Milkshake: Y'all know they sneak in, so they try to rule u.s.a.. (through the window at the cashier) Well I'thou gonna sneak into your country, and do this chore in that location, Then Non Greenbacks ANY OF YOUR FRIGGIN CHECKS! How will y'all like that?! You WON'T! Considering Y'all'LL BE HERE!!
Ignigknot: Your logic is flawless. But my brain has transmitted a better idea.
- Then they come back and try to greenbacks it again with Carl's ID
and Meatwad wearing Carl's mustache and hair, with Shake and the Mooninites watching eagerly through the window.Meatwad: And as you can encounter, that's my proper identification. It all checks out. You will notice a difference in superlative. That's because I'm an organ donor, had to accept my trunk removed concluding year and donated. I certainly promise you don't discriminate hither.
Cashier: Uh, no, Mr....
Meatwad: Meatwad.
Cashier: It doesn't say that on here.
Meatwad: What's it say?
Cashier: Carl.
Meatwad: Yeah, that's his ID.
Err: What are yous doing?! What'due south taking so long?! God!
Crush
Meatwad: So I'll be taking my money, now.
Cashier: Well you know what? It doesn't even matter. I don't even cash checks here. Definitely not that one.
Err: Lay! Into! Him!
Meatwad: (looking at penny tray) Hey, quick question. Is them pennies?
Cashier: Yep.
Meatwad: And y'all just givin' 'em out? How much this gum?
(outside, with Meatwad accident a bubble with his gum)
Shake: What happened? Did he buy it?
Meatwad: I bought me some gum.
Shake and Ignigknot: Where did you get gum?
Meatwad: In there. In the gum aisle.
Err: Perfect.
Milk shake: That's not what we sent you in in that location for!
Meatwad: But that's what I come out with.
Ignigknot: Tell me, were there weenie wraps?
Meatwad: Microwaveable, but weenie wraps withal.
Ignigknot: Weenie wraps intrigue me.
Meatwad: They had burger drops-
Err: Burger drops? (jumps through the window; light amplification by stimulated emission of radiation blasts can be heard coming from within)
Meatwad: And burrito cakes.
Shake: I thought they stopped making those.
Meatwad: And pizza balls.
Shake: Pizza balls!
Ignigknot: Were there little turkey muffins?
Meatwad: They had little, regular, and mega.
Ignigknot: Seize all pennies at once! Purchase all pizza balls and me-(Err jumps back out the window, with several stolen food items in his arms) Oh. There you are.
Err: (easily one of his armfuls to Ignigknot) Can y'all have this? We improve become. - Then later, Frylock reveals information technology'south not even a check.
Frylock: In fact, this is not a check at all, Shake. This is a neb! For homecare.
Shake: Impossible. That's not a bill.
Frylock: (looking at the nib) Uh, Cliff. Does anybody know a Cliff?
Ignigknot: (walking onscreen) Yes. My name is Cliff. And that is not a bill. Tell him, Err.
Err: That'south a bill.
Ignigknot: A bi-(angry face) Why are we trying to greenbacks a bill, Err?
Err: Hell, I dunno. It'southward your uncle. I kept telling yous on the style downwards here.
Ignigknot: It is my uncle. Don't you forget it.
Err: On the manner down, I kept saying "This is a bill." Just figured you knew something I didn't.
Ignigknot: I did know something I didn't. But information technology wasn't that.
Oh, I'll give you a magazine there, buddy. Hey, it's total of hollow points. You're gonna dearest it when I put those in a gun, and then put 'em in your brain!
- "Y'all, uh, lookin' to aggrandize your concern?"
- "Business organisation IS Airtight! Business organisation IS Airtight!"
- BOSTON IS A Bomb!
Master Shake: HEY BIMBO!
Milkshake: Chickens are a vital link in nature'southward concatenation, and that's why nosotros employ them to play chickenball in the house!
- In the same episode, Ignignokt and Err crashing Frylock'southward new apartment and spray painting all over everything, while Err is chanting "VAGALAZINO!".
Unbelievable Ron: (doing magic gestures for the Saw a Woman in Half trick) Half-A-BITCH!
Main Milk shake: Come on, actually?
Carl: And so that'due south it? That'south how they end it? This series?
Frylock: Yeah, I guess and then.
Meatwad: We still got a few seconds left, let's do a joke. Allow's practise similar a joke or somethi-
Turkatron: Is that a taco pie?
Meatwad: Mm hm.
Turkatron: TACO PIE!
Meatwad: I added food colorin', cuz it'due south a holiday, only it turn'd black, cuz I added all the food colorin' I had. An' I ate this butter straight outta the tub, cuz it taste good. There'due south a reason behind everythang.
Turkatron: Enjoy those tacos now, because in a k years they will be illegal, Heh-heh-hahahahaaa~ Iiii call up— we all know why.
Meatwad: *serious* Nosotros know why-!
Turkatron: ANTI-TACO LEGISLATION. Disestablishmentarianism.
Dr. Weird: GENTLEMEN, there is a chance this will work!
Steve: Uh, actually you said there was no gamble this would work.
Dr. Weird: (Beat out.) FOOL! THAT WILL NEVER Work!
- Referenced in a afterwards (and equally hilarious) opening segment:
Steve: (wearing a bucket on his caput, impersonating Dr. Weird) Gentlemen, fill me with barbecue sauce, because I'm dumb as hell!
Javier: (speaks frantic Spanish while motioning behind Steve)
Steve: Yeah, I know, Javier.
(a giant Dr. Weird head bites Steve'southward head off, with the trunk exploding mere moments afterward)
Bert Banana: Y'all know what, go ahead and pour me... a piffling chip of a full glass of that rum.
Tammy Tangerine: Bert.
Bert Banana: No ice, no water ice.
Tammy Tangerine: Bert, no.
Bert Banana: Hey, I can handle it. It's just something to moisten my lips, I'm not going back to the darkness, sweetie.
Mortimer Mango: Bert, yous've been sober for forty-seven direct days. (Pours the rum down the sink)
Frylock: Hey, dammit, that'due south my rum! You don't have to pour it down the sink, man!
Mortimer Mango: We're gonna do it together. Right, Bert?
Bert Assistant: (To Frylock) You lot don't have a monkey wrench, heh, do you?
Tammy Tangerine: Bert, I know what you're thinking and-
Bert Banana: What? I'1000 not going to dismantle the pipes and drink from the u-trap. I mean, that'due south what an animal does!
(Mortimer Mango turns the faucet on)
Bert Assistant: DAMMIT, MORTIMER, Yous'RE DILUTING Information technology!
Carl: Roar! Yeah, roar! Accept off them granny panties and set aside them crutches, cause the monster's coming to get ya! I got ya!
Frylock: Hey, Carl...
Carl: ...Hey fry human being. What are you, uh, what are you doing hither?
Frylock: Well, what are you doing over there?
Carl: No no no no no, what are you doing in here, in my private house?
Frylock: Well, I knocked, Carl. No one answered.
Carl: ...That is- That is right, and for a very expert reason.
Frylock: ...So, what are you doing?
Carl: I am checking sports scores.
Frylock: ...And you've e'er got an erection, when you check your sports scores? That's gotta be embarrassing, man.
Carl: Nah. I discovered through the net, you tin can practice anything you want as long as nobody sees your face. It's similar the wild west over hither. My larger point is, if you don't similar my assurance hanging out, you look away.
Frylock: Well, I kinda need your help, only you're probably decorated-
Carl: Woah, woah, I'll help ya. I'g a neighbor. How much money you give me?
Frylock: Uh, I don't have a lot of money, Carl, but what if nosotros had a pizza party, huh?
Carl: Oh, I've been down this road before. You got the coupon for the, uh, garlic breadsticks with the onion dipping sauce?
Frylock: Yeah, whatever, sure, nosotros could do that.
Carl: Alright! (he becomes erect) Let me get changed.
Frylock: No, that'south actually perfect.
Carl: What, you're friggin' into this also?
Meatwad: Agree still, Nathan, this volition only hurt in one case... merely damn, volition information technology hurt.
- The finale of the episode is nil brusk of ballsy. It's revealed that the events of the episode were just a simulation Meatwad was experiencing from one of Frylock's inventions. Then Frylock is killed by Meatwad's rabbit, and it turns out that the whole episode was just a simulation of Frylock'southward. Sure, it makes no sense, but information technology'south funny as hell.
Milkshake: "Chapter 1: Make Every Problem Your Slave." Seriously, did y'all even selection it upward?
Frylock: Yeah. We've got a garage full of 'em.
Shake: That's 'crusade they didn't sell, because you shut the Web site down!
Meatwad: Hey, yous, we could take these jet-skis over here--
Shake: Shut upwards, Meatwad! I'chiliad discussing my book over here!
Frylock: All right, Milkshake. Y'all win. How do you make this problem your slave?
Milkshake: Well, I'll tell ya. (flips page) "Rule one: Assess the situation." We are fucked.
Meatwad: Y'all see these jet-skis—?
Milk shake: "Rule 2: Use arraign." Yous, Frylock. You're the 1.
Meatwad: What nearly these jet-skis--?
Milk shake: "Rule 3: Don't let the blamee hear nearly you blaming them." Hey, Meatwad! Frylock really jobbed us on this, didn't he?
Meatwad: Yes, you probably shouldn't say that with him standing right in that location. You see these jet-skis—?
Milk shake: "Rule iv: Make a suggestion, but don't own up to it in case it sucks." Hey, guys, what if nosotros make a boat out of sand, but it'southward a drinking glass-bottom boat. Then we can host tours for this roasted bird and get money to buy a plane ticket outta hither from an drome that does not be!
Frylock: That idea sucks.
Milk shake: Yeah. I know. Whose idea was that, Meatwad?
Meatwad: Two jet-skis, right over here—
Milkshake: Which leads me to "Rule five: Take well-deserved nap." (lies down) Good night, good luck, the end.
(Beat)
Meatwad: So, we doing the jet-skis, or—
Milk shake: Do you similar to hear your ain voice?! 'Cause I'g trying to sleep! Y'all write a book and tell me it doesn't make you tired!
Meatwad: It ain't starting.
Carl: (Lying face-downwardly on the pavement) Why own't it starting?
Meatwad: Probably 'cause I had 5 gin-and-tonics. And a Cuba Libre! (triumphantly waves an empty glass)
Carl: I told you not to beverage! Should not accept bought you them drinks... all right, yous— you lot got a butt, right? Fart into the tube.
Meatwad: "Fart" is a bad word.
Carl: All correct, fine, what would you say?
Meatwad: Booty-pooty!
Carl: Yes, ju— haul-pooty into information technology.
Meatwad: I don't need to booty-pooty right now.
Carl: Well, try to booty-pooty.
Meatwad: If I try to booty-pooty and I don't need to booty-pooty, I might leave a haul-doodie. And you don't want that on your oral fissure-tube.
Carl: All correct, fine!! I— I jus'— we'll, uh, get to the gas station. I'll get yous a friggin' bean burrito.
Carl: His partner gets shot, yous know? Then they rip his mask off, and they're similar 'you're non an old woman, yous're Martin!' Big Mammy, or big, uh, Big Granny, or something...Big, uh, Granny 2. Oh, maybe this was a sequel. So, were you in that?
Miller: No, just very close.
Carl: You were the judge in the gymnastics contest, I know that!
Miller: No.
Carl: Nah, nah, that guy was blackness.
Miller: Close enough.
- So the whole episode turns out to be a dramatization that Dr. Weird was showing to a similarly clowned and frozen Steve. The demonic wig display from the main story floats up to him, causing Dr. Weird to snap at information technology to cease telling him to do things.
Source: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Funny/AquaTeenHungerForce
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