Brock
Little worried about that hickey, Doc. [Dr. Venture's is halfway covered in swelling redness]
VDr. Venture
Oh, Brock, don't worry. I'm not falling in love!
Brock
That's not what I-
VDr. Venture
And what would be wrong with that if I was? The boys need a new mommy. Rusty needs a new mommy.
We don't even know who our old mommy was.
VDr. Venture
Oh, that's right. I've never really told you about her. Well, she was- [horn honks outside] That'll be Charlene! Gotta run, boys! Don't stay up too late!!
(Brock, Hank, Dean, and Dr. Venture are hanging over the Amazon River)
Brock
Take your time, Monarch, because the minute you finish your little speech, I'm going to kill you.
What are you, Obi-Wan Kenobi? Just look at you shmucks, I don't think I'm the one in danger here, considering the sad fact that right below you flows the mighty Amazon, teeming with the most gruesome fish to ever--
NO!! And shut up! This isn't a quiz. Now where was I... right! The dreaded Candiru, a naughty little fish with a penchant for swimming up a man's urethra, to feed on the damaged tissue of the pitiful mass of flesh you once called your PENIS!!
(Venture just revealed that, in college...)
Wait! You lived with BROCK?? That is so unbelievably cool!
No wonder you guys are such super pals!
(Brock just sits expressionlessly)
VDr. Venture
Actually... back then we didn't see much of each other...
(dorm flashback: Venture is laying awake in his bunk. Brock's bunk above his is squeaking, bouncing up and down furiously, accompanied by Brock grunting rhythmically and a young woman moaning)
VDr. Venture
We had very different schedules... always coming and going... at... different times...
Wait, tell 'em who really won the roommate lottery that year.
VDr. Venture
Oh, God, don't remind me.
Okay, so the university sticks me with this exchange student, (switch to college) but check it out, he's, like, a prince or something. His parents sent him a care package last week for his birthday. You know what he got? A personal slave. The poor guy sleeps in my closet. Speak of the dickweed. Hey, Werner.
(back to present) Yeah. You told 'em?
No, Baron Ünderbheit is right there!
Holy crap! Brock, kick his butt!
Brock
Relax, boys, he's not gonna do anything. It's hallowed ground.
So what was he (Baron Ünderbheit) like in the olden days?
Well, except for the metal jaw, pretty much the same—total dick.
(dorm flashback: Ünderbheit and White arguing near door of Venture's room)
The tape is on the floor for a reason, Peter! Your things belong on your side of the room and don't think I haven't noticed that you moved it to make your area larger. If you cannot obey the simplest of rules...
Yeah, well, you don't make the rules, fella. You might be a big shot in your own country but around here you're just a kid with the weirdest-smelling lunch.
ARRRRRRGGGGHHH! Very well! Then you leave me with no choice but to take this up with the R.A. at the next floor meeting. Come, man-servant.
(Ünderbheit leaves)
VDr. Venture
Who cuts his hair, the Incredible Hulk?
What, did he walk into the barbershop and say, "what can you do to make me look more like Pete Rose?"
MSMike Sorayama
Hey, what's wrong with his hair? I have, like, the same haircut.
VDr. Venture
Yeah, but you're Chinese, your people can't be blamed for what your hair does.
MSMike Sorayama
I'm Japanese, jerk-off. But yah, that's so true. At least I don't have his eyebrows.
VDr. Venture
You wanna see eyebrows, come to my Creative Writing class. There's this kid, no joke, they're out to here, and the weirdness doesn't stop there. All he writes are these way-too-specific poems about monarch butterflies. Total closet case!
(present) Okay, this is getting nuts. You're not gonna tell me that you went to college with the Monarch too! Where did you guys go, Super Crazy No-Way School?!