Steve:Bursts out of Dr. Weird Ta da!! Dr. Weird: Wait for the drumroll!!
superbowl2.mp3 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.
superbowl3.mp3 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!
superbowl4.mp3 Frylock: Lookin' for somethin'? Master Shake: Yeah, are you lookin' for somethin'? Meatwad: Just everylasting 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.
superbowl5.mp3 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.
superbowl6.mp3 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.
superbowl7.mp3 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?
superbowl8.mp3 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!!
superbowl9.mp3 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.
superbowl10.mp3 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.
superbowl11.mp3 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 law. Meatwad: That's so sweet. You're tryin' to say that you love me, Carl. Carl: 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!
superbowl12.mp3 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!
superbowl13.mp3 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!
