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Episode 21 - Super Bowl

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Steve: Bursts out of Dr. Weird Ta da!!
Dr. Weird: Wait for the drumroll!!

Meatwad: Mmm, these is good.
Frylock: Meatwad? Meatwad, are you in here?
Meatwad: Huh uh. I ain't in here.

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Frylock: You are gonna spoil your dinner, boy.
Meatwad: Dinner? Hah, this is my dinner.
Frylock: A jumbo bag of Enchiladitos?
Meatwad: Yep. "Enchiladitos, they make you wanna eat 'em!"
Frylock: Well I'll have you know that I've been in there cooking a three-bean casserole--
Meatwad: Quick question here: Is it zesty-ranch flavored?
Frylock: No, it's bean flavored.
Meatwad: Yuck city. Have fun eatin' it, 'cause I'm eatin' this.
Frylock: I mean, you are gonna stunt your growth--
Meatwad: Quiet now! I need complete, total silence otherwise I'm not gonna be able to execute this here cheese procedure.

Master Shake: What the hell is that stink in the kitchen? Because if that's-- Enchiladitos?! Where did you--how did--
Meatwad: I got them at the store.
Master Shake: You're not allowed out there. Precious ranch dust!
Meatwad: That's my dust there. you give it back.
Master Shake: What are these, temporary tattoos? Get 'em out of here!
Meatwad: No, don't throw them away. I gotta lick that dust off of there!
Frylock: Oh, my goodness. Meatwad, you've just won two tickets to the Superbowl.
Master Shake: Yeah, oh, I believe you.
Meatwad: Yeah, right.
Master Shake: You're bluffing.
Meatwad: He is. Look at him. He's sweating.
Tickets: Congratulations consumer! You're going to the super bowl.

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Master Shake: Gimme those! Those are mine, I want them!
Meatwad: I bought the bag!
Master Shake: I want 'em!!
Meatwad: I bought the bag and everything inside the bag.
Master Shake: And you have the bag! Look, you're a deep sea diver, go drink some salt water.
Frylock: Shake, Meatwad bought the chips. The tickets are his.
Master Shake: Uh! Well is that right?
Frylock: Yeah, that's right.
Master Shake: Well no one escapes from..the...Alcatraz!

Frylock: Congratulations, Meatwad. You and a friend are going to the Superbowl.
Meatwad: Oh, don't that kick a little ass? Wait. I ain't got no friends.
Master Shake: I'm your friend! I'm going to the super bowl with you.
Frylock: Yeah, we better hide them tickets.

Master Shake: Oh, God, this is so gross.
Meatwad: What? Good morning. What are you doing?
Master Shake: I didn't leave my keys in here. I'm such a silly-- this must be the wrong place.
Meatwad: Well, good morning. Well, good morning. Well, good--
Master Shake: Stay down, fool.

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Frylock: You lookin' for somethin'?
Master Shake: Yeah, are you lookin' for somethin'?
Meatwad: Just everlasting peace.
Frylock: Look, I shrunk the tickets down and injected them into my bloodstream.
Meatwad: Whoa, whoa. I said to hide 'em, not get 'em all bloody.
Master Shake: Yeah, you know you didn't have to do that. I'm not an animal. I don't eat my own crap. I mean, I have standards.

Frylock: Shut up. damn.

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Frylock: Can I help you?
Master Shake: (With needle and IV cart) Ohh, you're not Mr. Jones, room 302. Where are my charts? No charts?! Somebody's fired! I'll be--I gotta fire someone. I'm just gonna shut the door behind me, you go back to bed, you trooper.

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Meatwad: Hey, Carl. How you doin'?
Carl: Hey, just the man I wanna see, there. I heard through the grapevine that someone won a big prize recently, huh?
Meatwad: Yep, I got two tickets to the Super Ball.
Carl: Naw, it's--it's "bowl" - that's cute that you said that 'cause you'se frickin idiot.

Carl: I got a pigskin here. Let's wing it around. You know what I'm saying?
Meatwad: Pig skin?
Master Shake: Yes! They strip the skin off of little pigs and then pour vinegar all over their little pumping organs all for a game.

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Carl: Get your meat ass out here and have some fun with me.
Master Shake: Hey, Hey, Hey, get away from my buddy. He's my good friend. But if you tell anyone I said that, I will deny it up and down!
Carl: Look, it's a Super Ball, like you said. It's what they use in the..uh.. ya know, where we're goin'. You're goin'. You...You won the tickets right? You-- (To Shake) This is the one that won the tickets, right?

Carl: Okay, so you got the ball. Now you want to wrap your--you know, that stretchy little sticky thing.
Meatwad: Like this.
Carl: No.
Meatwad: What about this?
Carl: No, not like that either, no.
Meatwad: How about this?
Carl: Sure. whatever. It's going right in the trash after this, so, yeah, let her rip. Yeah, hooray, we won. Who are you taking to the Superbowl?
Meatwad: Well, I--I guess I'll take my best friend.
Carl: I mean, that's me, right? I mean, who just threw the ball with you that-- you know, that one time I did.
Meatwad: Well, that's all nice and everything, but I'lll you how you can be a better friend. You could heat that pool up like a jacuzzi, it'd be real nice.
Carl: Yeah, yeah, I could do that, but I could turn that hose on, and you could sort of, you know, flip around in the sprinkler.
Meatwad: Yeah, that'd be fun if I was stupid. Heat the whole pool.
Carl: All right, I'll see what I can do there.
Master Shake: Hey! little buddy! How is my favorite little man doing, huh? Come here. Give me a-- stand by me.

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Meatwad: Oohh, tell you what, my shoulders sure are tired from throwin' that ball so hard, I'm afraid.
Master Shake: Shoulders? What shoulders? You don't have shoulders. You'd be lucky to have bones, you.. hah, uh.. I mean, lemme rub 'em for ya, huh?
Meatwad: Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea... Why you got them ovenmits on?
Master Shake: I ain't touchin' you skin to skin. I mean, it's extra padding..ya know? It's for your pleasure.
Meatwad: I'm not entirely comfortable with the level of asbestos in these mits.
Master Shake: Just take deep breaths, breathe it in! Die! Gimme those tickets!!

Master Shake: Why do you get to go?! You don't even know what it is!
Frylock: What are you doing to him?
Master Shake: Ha ha! how's your alignment feel now? Is--is that straight?
Meatwad: Yes, thank you. that does feel better. Ow!
Master Shake: Whoops! I'm such a butterfingers.
Meatwad: Boy, I wonder, who should I get to go with me to the Superbowl, Frylock? It could be you, if you know which buttons to push.
Frylock: I'm not that much of a sports fan, really. I don't care.
Meatwad: Why? Is it a sporting event?
Frylock: Well, yeah.
Meatwad: I mean, yes, it is a sporting event.
Frylock: I mean, it's the biggest football game of the year.
Meatwad: Tell you what. You give me that there computer, maybe you'll get to go with me.
Frylock: Well, I really don't want to go.
Meatwad: Superbowl is in Detroit this year.
Frylock: Oh, boy. Detroit.
Meatwad: Yep. The home of Robocop.
Frylock: I don't want to go to the damn Superbowl.
Meatwad: Well, good, you won't get to, 'cause I'm taking my best friend, which is not you at the moment because you yelled at me.
Frylock: Fine with me.
Meatwad: Maybe I could shrink you down and put you into my blood stream--
Frylock: Get the hell out of here!

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Master Shake: Wooo! Look who just got a mini-bike!
Meatwad: Look who just insulted me with this 10-horsepower piece of crap. You think I'm a child?
Master Shake: Don't look at the streamers; look at the frame. This is a man's bike.
Meatwad: Keep it cranked. Let me go get my dolly.

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Meatwad: How we doin' Carl? Is that pool heated yet?
Carl: Still kinda harpin' on that, huh? Well you know this little area right here's pretty warm, ya know. Come on, hop in, pee wherever. I know ya do that.

Meatwad: You're not doing the job I asked you to do. I still see ice. that is a problem to me.
Carl: Okay, okay, time-out here.

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Carl: There's something I need to say, ya know. Ever since my son was never conceived because I never had concentual sex without money involved, I always sorta looked at you as well, kind've a thing that I could, ya know, live next to in accordance with state laws.
Meatwad: That's so sweet. You're tryin' to say that you love me, Carl.
Carl: Hey! Whoa, whoa whoa.. Let's not put people on the spot here. (Raises hand with foam finger) WHO'RE YOU TAKIN' TO THAT FRICKIN' SUPERBOWL?!
Meatwad: Carl! Your finger!

Frylock: Shake, what are you doing?
Master Shake: I'm getting those other tickets to the Superbowl. Maybe I'll take you, but I doubt it. You played your cards wrong. You backed the wrong pony.
Frylock: Why not just dump them all out, Shake? I mean, you don't have to eat all the chips.
Master Shake: But they're so delicious! They torture me. And when I win, I'm gonna sit next to him and ride his ass, 'cause I'm not kissing his ass for one more second.
Meatwad: Hey, y'all.
Master Shake: How's that mini-bike treating you, sport? I gotta get that back to the place by five, so, you know, you have fun within reason.
Meatwad: Forget it. I'm done now. This hog ain't got enough torque for this man.
Master Shake: Torque?! I'll torque-- get over here in my hands.
Frylock: I think we need to go get you to a doctor.
Master Shake: What I need to go see is the Superbowl. Don't play with my emotions! who are you taking?
Carl: Yeah, who are you taking?
Frylock: Carl! How did you get in here?
Carl: The window, jackass. Who are you taking?

Master Shake: This is a box. Are you out of your freakin' mind? You'll get arrested.
Meatwad: Gentlemen.

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Meatwad: Meet my new best friend: Boxy Brown
Master Shake: Meet your new dead best friend!
Boxy Brown: Uh uh, fool. Step back.
Meatwad: You best listen to Boxy, now. He don't play.
Master Shake: Listen to what? He's imaginary, for Chri-- You don't even like feetball, I'm the number one super fan!

Meatwad: Well, see y'all later. I'm going to the Superbowl.
Boxy Brown: Down in Motown. you see what I'm saying?
Frylock: Have fun, Meatwad.
Master Shake: Fine! Go to the Superbowl, you friggin'-- have fun having empties thrown into your best friend all day. I don't feel good.
Frylock: Carl, will you grab Shake's other hand? We need to get him to a clinic.
Carl: Yeah, sure, I'll do that.
Frylock: Uh, Carl, are you being sarcastic?
Carl: No, I'm not.

Narrator: Carl, you one crazy m****.

Master Shake: Great. now I got diabetes.
Frylock: Well, the game just started.
Master Shake: OO, what a contest. 55-3 in the first quarter. Shut it off. did you hear me? The doctor said I have cancer.
Frylock: Uh-oh. Is that the ticket?
Master Shake: Well, call a cab. Let's go, come on. We gotta get to the airport.
Meatwad: We are back. that was fun, wasn't it, Boxy?
Boxy Brown: Sure was, brother. We raised the roof all up in there.
Frylock: But the tickets are right here, Meatwad.
Meatwad: I know. they didn't even want them. They just sort of, you know, kind of pecked at us, like a bunch of chickens.
Boxy Brown: Sure did, and they was chickens, my man. It was a hen hizzy.
Meatwad: Oh, no, they're professionals. I doubt they'd use chickens.
Frylock: Chickens?
Boxy Brown: Fool, do not make him repeat himself.
Meatwad: We got to drink milk straight from a cow and then pet a goat, and that goat-- that goat, like, snatched Boxy's arm off, I'll tell you.
Boxy Brown: Sure did, that goat.
Frylock: Well, there's really no telling where you've been, now, is there?

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Meatwad: Yep. Superbowls are fun. We got braggin' rights this year. Number one.
Master Shake: Who?
Meatwad: Number one!
Master Shake: Who? Who's number one?
Meatwad: I don't know.
Master Shake: You don't know, because you went to a f***in' farm you f***in' imbecile! Get back here, you cost me my one chance! I got f***in' diabetes and cancer because of you!