You're the prettiest girl this side of the Mississippi... you're so... unique.
The guy's either going to think "Here's another kid with a fake I.D." or "Here's McLovin...the 25 year old Hawaiian organ donor".
To women... To the respect, to people respecting women...
We are Sex Bob-Omb and we are here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff!
Mr. Pilgrim! [lands on the stage] It is I... Matthew Patel. Consider our fight... begun! [leaps into the air, preparing to attack Scott in slow-mo]
What did I do? What do I do?
FIGHT!
Wait! We're fighting over Ramona?
Didn't you get my email explaining the situation?
I skimmed it.
Tsk. [shakes his head] Mmm-mmm.
You will pay for your insolence!
I never wash my pants. I like to keep the night on them.
You don't know what it's like to be straight, OK? It's... awful.
Well, you're two penises short of a Shania Twain reimagination band!
Now I'm free, now I'm movin'. Come on, Batman, let's get groovin'!
Hello, secret camera.
Do I get a costume?
I've got a Subway card with four stickers on it.
****, ****, ****, ****! [Car runs out of gas] ****! ****!
But, I like this place!
What about Katrina De Voort? You could totally go out with Katrina De Voort.
No, I don't like Katrina. She smells like soup. Have you ever smelled her? I mean, her whole house smells like soup!
Your little girlfriend gave me the stinkeye in art class yesterday.
Katrina's not my girlfriend, all right? And I doubt she gave you the stinkeye. That's just how her face looks, you know? That's just her face.
Wow your shorts are like, especially gold today.
My mom uses color-safe bleach.
Go Carol.
I'll tell her.
Nobody's gonna help us.
Then, this is it.
At least we go out together.
OW! What the...?
You **** with them...
You **** with us, bitch! [Lavash keeps throwing ladles at the fat man.] Run, guys! We're out of ladles.
Hop on, y'all.
Oh, so now you're gonna come at me, bro?
Oh, I'm coming at you! [prepares to punch him. But Darren tries to grabs Frank]
Okay, we got him. Easy now, easy now.
It's hard when your head's up my ass and you're yanking on the scrote!
Look, sausage, I relish the fact that you mustard the strength to ketchup to me! [Relish, Mustard and Ketchup whimper in the corner in sheer terror] Yeah, that's right. Shut your mouths. [laughs madly] I sucked a juice box's dick, and I'm shoved up a god's asshole, and this is the weirdest thing that I've done so far, bro!
Oh, my God! Frank!
I'll tell you who eats shit! Gods do, bro! I'M A **** GOD!
Goodbye, little sausage. [Aims his revolver at Frank, preparing to shoot him]
Oh, Frank!
Hey, bun. Need a boost?
Ah, help me!
Perhaps, I could be of some assistance.
Matter cannot be created or destroyed, human. You have made a fatal error in judgment. Let me educate you.
****! [Frank kicks Douche's eyes with his feet and he jumps]
What's happening out there?!
Now! [Various foods set up a bunch of boards in a curved direction to turn the cart onto a designated path]
So long, asshole! [The cart then passes by Sammy Bagel Jr. and Kareem Abdul Lavash, who are holding matches to ignite the propane tanks, which causes the cart to then blast off as a couple of food items then set up a ramp, which sends the cart flying through the roof of Shopwell's and into the sky. There, the propane tanks detonate into fireworks, which kills Darren and Douche, causing blood to drop from the sky. The foods in the store cheer after witnessing the death of Darren and Douche. An eyeball lands in the peanut aisle.]
Yeah!
It's over. We won. WE **** WON! [laughs triumphantly]
Ew. [as she steps into a drop of Darren's blood, causing her to bulk up due to absorbing a lot of the blood, and roars victoriously]
We did it.
We did. So... So, what do we do now?
Whatever we want. [Chuckles] What do you want?
Let's just say, what I want involves much more than: [In a singing voice.] just the tips, just the tips, what I want is much more than just the tips... [Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen plays]
Oh! Oh, Frank!
You know, I'm very conflicted about how I'm supposed to feel watching this.
Then don't just watch. [Pulls Sammy in for a kiss but Sammy pushes away confused]
Wait a second. What are you doing?
I was just told... that I am getting zero bottles of extra-virgin olive oil for eternity!
Oh, Frank!
So, maybe, you know... [It's Your Thing by the The Isley Brothers plays in the background]
Kiss me hard on the mouth, why don't you?
You wanna kiss me, mother****er? Let me tell you a little secret. I'm going to **** the **** out of you.
Kiss it, Frank. Kiss me there! [Both orgasm as Frank finally slides up inside Brenda] Oh, yeah, Frank, that's it. Oh, yeah, it's dinnertime.
Yo. I'm actually over here jerking off with these fellas.
Once you go taco, you never go "back-o!" [Teresa proceeds to eat out Brenda]
Jesus **** Christ!
Hey, fellas. You thinking what I'm thinking?
Pretty **** sure I am. [Grabs Grits' arm and swings him around until Grits is now between Firewater and himself]
Oh, shit. Now it's on.
Yeah! [The bottles proceed to jump on him]
Oh!
Excuse me. Excuse me. Can I get by?
Oh, wow. [Walks over to her.] Yeah, I just came over here. I couldn't help but notice... you're a little smushed or something. You have a kind of abnormality. Did you get...? Somebody sit on you?
Yeah. I got smushed.
You know, I love the way your face just kind of gives up halfway down.
Yeah, cracker! [Grabs a box of crackers and violently humps it as his revenge against the crackers.] Take that Grit dick, bitch! You like Grits in your ass, cracker?
Say my name! It's Sorbitol, Malitol, Xylitol...
I can't breathe! Stop it!
What's the safety word? Molasses. Molasses.
Oh, yeah. **** you!
Yeah. That is all right.
Want me to be the Hamburglar? Robble robble! Robble robble!
I'm filling you! I'm filling you! I'm blowing my **** load. Good God.
Oh.
Oh!
Oh, ****!
Oooooh!
My dick is drained.
rub me with oil
with my hands?
no with your nutsack, of course with your hands.
Well, there won't be any berries in the fruit salad now. So we all lose.
What are these big, round things for?
They're wheels, numbskull. They make the cart roll.
I feel like a bird!
Not one person would care if Allan was in the Real World. In fact, it's happened before. All of *NSYNC, Allan. Yes, even him.
Mister Mattel, I just...
Please. Call me Mother.
No, thank you. I don't think that things should go back to the way that they were. No Barbie or Ken should be living in the shadows.
Or Allan.
TURN THIS SONG OFF, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!!
Who are you?
I'm Allan.
Oh, you are Allan. That's great!
Don't tell the Kens. I'm trying to escape. I cannot sit on one more leather couch. It's gonna break my spirit. As soon as they figure out how to build that wall sideways and not just up, no one is gonna be able to get in or out. So if we want to leave, we better make a run for it.
No, Allan. You can't go. Having a Barbie in the Real World is what caused all these problems in the first place.
Not one person would care if Allan was in the Real World. In fact, it's happened before. All of *NSYNC, Allan. Yes, even him. So come on!
Hey, you there.
What do we do?
Just get in the car and keep it singing. Hey, man. Be ready for anything.
Who are you?
I'm Allan. I'm, uh, I'm Ken's buddy. Yeah, all of his clothes fit me! [punches the Worker Ken and punches another one]








