Shake
I got this thing embedded in my ass!
Oh, shoot, I'm sorry about that.
Shake
What is it? It looks like an Ethiopian toilet seat.
It's just a basketball hoop.
Shake
What is this "bas-ket-ball" you speak of?
Oh, hell, I forgot to put sports on the DVD!
Shake
(scoffs) And what is this "sports" you speak of?
Master Shake
[attacking the TV] Who's laughing now, bitch?! Piece of crap cable!
Master Shake
Maintenance! Shut up!
No, no, no.... don't shake it up, let the snow settle! That way you can see the little San Fransisco in there!
Master Shake
[enthusiastically] Well, come here! Let's see if we can see it together!
Master Shake
[kicking Meatwad offscreen] HA! It's not a snowglobe, you IGNORAMUS!
How many TV's have you broken this year?
Master Shake
A lot more than you have! I'm teaching this object a lesson. If it doesn't want to get hit anymore, it'll straighten up and fly right!
[Thanks to Master Shake, Carl has a dead black man's body]
Master Shake
This is not a time for you to be picky, Carl. That's all you can get when you go to the West End.
[arms start beating up Carl] Get it off, rip it off. What am I doing, oh God!
Oh no! The body's rejecting the head!
Oh, ya think?! Get it off me!
Master Shake
Of course it worked!
Master Shake
Of course it worked not at all. Which is what I was trying to say, before I was so rudely interrupted.
Take this body back, and not through town!
[Frylock has put Carl's head on a robotic body.]
I give you the ultimate in military hardware! Complete with laser cannon, indestructible titanium exoskeleton, and motion activated plasma pulse rifles.
Master Shake
And you're gonna plug him in?!
You're right. Damn, what the hell was I thinking?
[Carl's head is mounted on a remote controlled truck and it keeps ramming into Frylock's computer desk.]
Turn it left, turn it left! I keep hittin' the same spot. Look, you're gonna break my friggin' nose!
Sorry Carl, I still haven't gotten used to the...
Just give me the damn thing!
This switch makes it go left and right, and this switch is power.
Which lever sort of turns me to the lawyer, [ ] and makes me sue the hell out of you?!
All right, easy Carl. Don't make me have to shut the power off.
[terrified] D-d-d-don't do that. Just sorta put it on my chin. I'll frickin' steer it with my tongue. [his tongue is made out of glass and pushes the controller off]
That may not work. Let's just get Meatwad to drive ya home. Meatwad!
[Meatwad enters with the robot body that Frylock made earlier holding Shake in his vice grip]
Master Shake
Get him off me, please!!!
Master Shake
I didn't mean it! Everything I say about you, I mean about myself!
Shut up, boy, I make it worse!
[Outside, Meatwad throws Shake up into the air]
Master Shake
No-no-no-no I need to live!!!
MSMeatwad's Body
Target locked in.
[Meatwad's missiles explode on Shake]
Got him! Fudge you, butthole!
Master Shake
You call this organic!?
[Inside Frylock’s room we see Carl’s head is now attached to a body made completely out of eyeballs]
Well, you look in the box! All they sent were eyeballs.
Master Shake
I’m not going near that box.
Let’s just see if it works.
Master Shake
Wait a minute. Before you turn him on, do you think he’ll be able to see us?
In ways you can only imagine.
Master Shake
But look, I mean, is he gonna be able to chase us? Because if I woke up lookin’ like that, I would just run towards the nearest living thing and kill it.
Master Shake
(trying to imitate tree) Typical! Filthy humans! You have no respect for us trees!
SShrub
He ripped my arms off!
Master Shake
Shut up! I didn't rip them!
Shake, you're making it worse!
Master Shake
Go back to your "Strip Malls!"....where values are king....
TJTree Judge
How old is the defendant?
He's uhhhh..... twenty-one!
TJTree Judge
TWENTY-ONE?!?
Master Shake
(to Frylock) Eighteen!
TJTree Judge
............. EIGHTEEN?!?
Master Shake
No wait, sixteen
Umm, I think he's sixteen, ok?
TJTree Judge
We shall find his age! CUT HIM IN HALF! COUNT HIS RINGS!!!
Master Shake
Okay! I'm an adult! Okay, it's fine!
TSTree Stenograper
Is the defendant a minor?
Master Shake
(to Frylock) Daddy! Daddy, you're home from your business trip! And you're sober!
Master Shake
Mommy moved to the city with Mommy's friend Jerry! And he tried to hit me, Daddy! Not like you do, in an extra-mean way...
Can I blow out the candles now? There's just wax all over my cake.
Master Shake
Of course, it's your birthday...but you gotta cough up the royalties first.
How much did that cost you, Shake?
Master Shake
(exasperated) (Yawns) So tired of people in the private sector- Look, every business has an initial investment, okay? Everybody have birthdays and they all need to sing.
Master Shake
(sighs, grabs ledger) Well, I guess we'll start with travel. Zach, as you well know, traveled by a train of white stallions...which I had to buy and feed... and of course, you know the snow machine-
(grabs ledger) Give me that. 1.4 million dollars?!
Master Shake
The money is going to roll right in. D'you know how many birthdays there are in a year? There are hundreds. Literally...hundreds.