Dr. Weird: My ass has finally decided to eat my hand! It hungers for more!!
theclowning2.mp3 Frylock: Hey Carl! Hey, man. You're lookin' good today. You lost some weight, didn't ya? Carl: Maybe a couple pounds. You know. Frylock: You're here about the termites..aren't ya. Carl: Oh, yeah. Partly. Certainly not gonna sign for any more packages with the word 'Congo' written in blood. Meatwad: Did the termites come? I wanna name mine Bobby. Carl: Hey, come over and take your pick! There's millions to choose from!
theclowning3.mp3 Carl: Do you have a brush I could borrow? Frylock: You know what, we don't. We're all..uh..bald. Meatwad: I got me one. I use this for my teeth and my hair. Carl: Oh yeah, I forgot. I live next to a third world hellhole. Nevermind.
theclowning4.mp3 Carl: (Reading a self-help book)I couldn't help but notice we made eye contact. I really like your shoes.. Try laughter; laughter is a good us-- Screw th--, this is lame. Hey, I saw you checkin' out my goods. You wanna sample 'em? A little try before you buy? Come here, bitch! Stand and deliver! Master Shake: Come here, bitch please! Be polite. Carl: How did you frickin' get in here? Master Shake: Powers, I have 'em.. Ooo, so it was a rug! Carl: Of course it's a rug. Yeah, I frickin' grew it over night.
theclowning10.mp3 Carl: L-Look at my hair.. It's actually rockin' a little harder now, yeah!
theclowning11.mp3 Hair Stand: The Clowning has begun! Carl: Who said th.. Did somebody say something? Hello? ...frickin' air vent. Prepare to scream for vengeance ladies! Hair Stand: God! I wanted him to see me say it. I wanted to say me, over here. I said it. God, don't you just want to occasionally freak people out?! Oh you got it, bud. You think he won't figure it out when his feet grow to the size of pontoons. Look, I'll handle this, bingo. You just go back to your little midget car and your f'in big feet, and f'in fly around man. Oh good, that means your leaving. Now frickin' go you stupid clown!
theclowning5.mp3 Carl: So this is just one of my many, many rental properties. I'm a rich man. (Old Lady cackles) Come on it. Let's see where this 12 pack takes us.
theclowning6.mp3 Carl: (Air Guitar Solo) Whore: Oh baby. That's rockin'. Carl: Yeah. Yeah, I wrote that. It's called "I Wanna Rock Your Body (To the Break of Dawn)" Whore: That's beautiful. It's like poetry. Carl: I wanna rock your body, baby!
theclowning12.mp3 Master Shake: Hey, take her shirt off! Frylock: Shut up, man. She's gonna do it. Master Shake: Let's go, let's see some skin. Frylock: Shake.. sshhh. Meatwad: Pick me up, Lemme see, I wanna see! Master Shake: You're not mature enough. Twist those dirty bags!
Carl: Hey, wake up! Drink your beer... Make ya feel better, baby.
theclowning7.mp3 Frylock: Carl, it's your wig. We need to destroy that wig! Carl: No! We will not do that. It gave me confidence and almost sex. Frylock: Have you seen it lately, Carl? Carl: Ohhh, yeah. Get rid of that. Please get if off my head.
theclowning8.mp3 Master Shake: That coatrack just broke. Frylock: What? Master Shake: I said the coatrack broke!! Chad....Kent...Oh, to hell with his name. Frylock: Eat your own damn milk! Master Shake: Yeah...
