CCarl
You're the Ghost of Christmas Past...right?
CCarl
Okay, well... I mean, you know that it's February...right?
CCarl
Well, you know, obviously. What are you, stupid?
[stutters] I will see you in December, tomorrow!
CCarl
Okay, whatever there, just lock your door on the way-
[breaks through the wall] Do what?
CCarl
Nevermind, just leave!
[Flashback to Carl's house on Christmas in 1968]
CCarl
[opening his present] Oh boy, oh boy, I hope this is a new mommy!
CSCarl's Dad
Yeah, it's not. Unwrap it, ya little creep, we gotta be at work in an hour.
CCarl
What is this, da– is this carpet, daddy?
CSCarl's Dad
Carpet? No. It's berber; that's an industry term.
CCarl
Hey, it's like a flyin' magic carpet here! Look at this, I'm flyin' around in Egyptland!
CSCarl's Dad
[cuts Carl off] Yeah, that's cute. Don't get too attached there, Aladdin, 'cause its about to be magic flyin' dinner.
CCarl
[looking worried] Y-you can't eat carpet... Silly Daddy.
CSCarl's Dad
No, of course you can't, like that. You gotta boil it, so the glue gets soft, ya know.:[looks at his watch] Oh jeez, look at the time!
CCarl
But it's Christmas, Daddy!
CSCarl's Dad
You're not getting out of this! Put on your work boots and your respirator! I pulled a lot of strings to get them to hire an 8-year-old!
CCarl
[crying and muttering to himself] Don't make me go! I don't wanna make insulation!
CSCarl's Dad
C'MON, WE'RE LATE!!!!
[Robot appears and lasers shoot everywhere]
You remember that Christmas, don't you?
CCarl
Yeah, well, you know, I remember eating carpet. Not so much the, uh, lasers and the robots.
I hate to be a buzz kill, but he said that your house is on elf graves and they're pissed off.
CCarl
All right, fine, we'll do that.
And the blood's just gonna keep flowing, unless ….
Unless Carl pays tribute to the Elfin Elders in space.
CCarl
I'll do it. What do I do?
You must give up yourself to the Great Red Ape.
CCarl
What did you say your name was again?
GDGlenn Danzig
Danzig, mother fucker! I got a question: can you make the blood flow up the walls?
CCarl
Lemme go talk to my blood guy over here.
CCarl
That's elf blood, too. That ain't cheap--
GDGlenn Danzig
How much you want?
CCarl
Oh, I dunno...a million?
GDGlenn Danzig
Killer. Draft the check tomorrow.
CCarl
You're serious--THANK YOU GOD!!
CCarl
Yeah, I can't pretend to know what you're going through right now, but... you let go, okay? Thank you. If you need anything, you know who to look to: someone else.
If only we wouldn't have gotten him that pet.
I mean, he would have been here today.
CCarl
Don't beat yourself up over it. There's nothing you can do about this. I mean, it-it kinda was your fault, but... but, hey, screw it. They're dead and you're not.
I appreciate it, Carl. I really do.
CCarl
Is this a cemetery? This is a construction site, isn't it?
[Carl is at Frylock's door. Carl hands Frylock a Fruit Roll-Up]
CCarl
Here. It's a Fruit Roll-Up. I was gonna make ya a casserole for your loss, but, uh... but I didn't.
CCarl
I was gonna yell my brains out at ya but, because of your loss, I might just gently ask: What happened last night with all the noise?
Carl, Carl, Carl. [chuckles] Why don't you mind your own damn business before I carve you up like a Christmas goose? You wanna taste of what I did to that snake? 'Cause I'll do it to you, too!
CCarl
Fryman. Man. You changed. [Frylock stabs Carl]
[Frylock dumps Carl's body in a dumpster]
[chuckles darkly] There goes the neighborhood.
You killed us! I told you not to do it and you did it... anyways.
Wait! Did you just say that you did?
CCarl
What, did he say that he did?
Watch the fire. Over there. You're gonna burn yourself.
Oh, thank you. ...but you did!
CCarl
You so friggin' did!
Yes, you did! Yes, you did! Yes, you did! Yes, you did! Yes, you did!
Yup, I won two tickets to the Super Ball.
CCarl
No, it's, it's "Bowl." It's cute that you said that 'cause you's a frickin' idiot.
[At night, Shake smiles at Meatwad in his room. He grabs a gutter from behind him and turns his smile into a frown]
I didn't leave my keys in here. Silly! Uh, this must be the wrong... PLACE!
CCarl
[playing football with Meatwad] Okay, so you've got the ball. Now you wanna wrap your... uh, you know, that stretchy little, sticky thing...
[grabbing the football and pushing it into his face, distorting his features] Like dis?
[with the football sitting on his head, and four "arms" of meat waving around] What about dis?
CCarl
(frowning) No, not like... that, either... no...
(with the ball in his mouth) How about this?
CCarl
Oh... whatever. It's... going right in the trash after this, so... uhhh... yeah, let 'er rip!
CCarl
Yeah, hooray... we won! Who are you takin' to the Super Bowl?
CCarl
Okay, time out here. Look, ever since my son was... never conceived since I've never had consensual sex without there being money involved, I've always thought of you as something that I could sorta... live next to... in accordance with state laws.
That's so sweet. You tryin' to say that you love me.
CCarl
Whoah, let's not put people on the spot here.
[Carl puts on a foam "#1" glove.]
CCarl
[angrily] WHO ARE YOU TAKING TO THAT FRICKIN' SUPERBOWL?!
[Master Shake and Meatwad go to Carl for a plastic surgeon]
We callin' in da pros now. Is your buddy out of prison yet?
CCarl
Which one? 'Cause there's three.
Oh, you know which one. The guy that was in the hotel with the people...and the welding.
CCarl
Oh, Terry! Yeah, yeah, he's out, but uh, part of his parole is he's not supposed ta, you know, do what he was doin'...to flesh.
We need him, otherwise people are gonna look at me and wonder what could have been.
CCarl
All right, whatever. We'll meet at the docks at midnight. I get a 10% finder's fee. You never saw me.
Fine, but I'll need a receipt, 'cause this is a business expense.
[Outside of Terry's]
CCarl
(hands Shake a liquor bottle) Alright, he wants you to, uh, drink all that before you go in there.
Eeeeeasily done, my friend! Now you're talking my language. (points to a bedpost) What's this thing for?
CCarl
Yeah, that? You bite down on, so you don't swallow your tongue.
(puts it in his mouth) Now?
CCarl
(amused) Oh, you'll know when. I feel pretty sure of that.
Alright! Hello, Hollywood, let the games begin, baby!
[Shake goes inside and starts screaming]
(unsettled) Listen to that. Goodness. Boy, he's doing some work, isn't he?
(in background) I want that higher.
CCarl
Yeah, he builds hot rods, mostly. Sometimes faces.
Well, we just thank you, Carl. You been real good to us.
CCarl
Yeah, shut up, I need my money now.
[Shake comes out covered in a cast. Meatwad and Carl warily look around]
Whoa! He's quick and relatively clean! Ya know, this beats the jungle surgery any day; snakes everywhere down there, you can't get rid of them.
CCarl
Oh, I see he sold you on the Tijuana Supremo package.
Right? Ya know, initially I was skeptical, but once I saw them in his showroom...I mean, come on, you'd be a fool not to get it!