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Aqua Teen Hunger Force , (also known past various culling titles), (2000–15) is an animated television serial from the Cartoon Network's Adult Swim programming block. The show follows the exploits of three anthropomorphic fast food items: Master Milk shake, the milkshake; Frylock, the carton of French fries; and Meatwad, the aptly named wad of meat.

Video Ouija [edit]

[in living room playing Video Oujia]
Game: Welcome to Video Oujia.
Meatwad: [slowly] Spirits that haunt this house....Come up OUT! And play with me!
Main Shake: What do you recall you're runnin' the Matrix? You're gonna pause that thing.
Meatwad: SSSHH! You disturbin the presence...
Frylock: Shake, he needs silence so he can talk to the dead.
Master Shake: What he needs is lack of oxygen so he can become the dead.
Billy Witch Dr.: One convenient locations...in Africa.
Principal Milk shake: [final notation before suicide] Friends...relations...whatsoever the hell Meatwad is... I've lived a full life. Information technology'south actually been...pretty bitchin'. But at present, regrettably, my life has been taken. Please bury me with all my stuff, because y'all know it'southward mine. Dearest Meatwad: Turn on that dumb game 'crusade I'grand gonna wail on you from the grave, baby! Suck information technology upwards, mutha! Missing y'all already, Chiliad.Due south.
Billy Witch Doctor: Chicken arise! Ascend craven! Arise!
Carl: And then uh, tin can we stop holdin' hands in fairy land here?
Frylock: Okay, Meatwad. Time to put the game upwardly. It's gettin' late.
Meatwad: Come up on!! Merely one more expressionless person, please? Just one more dead guy.
Frylock: All right, 1 more.
Meatwad: Spirits that haunt this house. Tell me...what was we talkin' 'bout?
Game Ghost: My sis's baby.
Meatwad: Oh yes, i them other expressionless boys told me virtually that. How she doin?
Game Ghost: She's dead. We're all expressionless.
Meatwad: Well at least she had all her fingers and toes, you know what I hateful?
Billy Witch Doc: Delight, all together, hold hands.
Carl: No, no no no. No, no. No, sir. I don't know what kinda vibe you think got off me but I don't play that fashion. I'm non that fashion!
Frylock: Carl..
Carl: I don't uh... do both sides of the field. Criminal offense and defence force, you know, with the short shorts? No-
Frylock: Carl, information technology's simply a seance, it's not that fashion, come up on, will ya?
Billy Witch Doctor: Now, please. Kiss him deep with natural language.
Carl: Practise what?!
Billy Witch Physician: Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Only kid. Just kid, dirty boy. Bear on hands.
[Frylock and Carl join hands and Meatwad takes a Polaroid flick]
Meatwad: You boyfriend and beau!
Frylock: Meatwad!
Billy Witch Doctor: Please. Read from sheets. I Am...
Frylock, Carl, Meatwad: I Am...
Baton Witch Doctor: Sofa King...
Frylock, Carl, Meatwad: Sofa Male monarch...
Baton Witch Medico: Nosotros Todd Ed...
Frylock, Carl, Meatwad: We Todd Ed...
Billy Witch Doctor: Now, echo all very fast, please.
Frylock, Carl, Meatwad: I Am Sofa Rex...
Billy Witch Dr.: Faster.
Frylock, Carl, Meatwad: I Am Sofa King We...
Billy Witch Doctor: No, no, not so fast. Loses significant.
Frylock, Carl, Meatwad: I Am Sofa King Nosotros Todd Ed.
Billy Witch Doctor: Hohohohoh, yous say funny thing.

[edit]

[Spacataz - The Mooninites are flipping off the Plutonians every bit their ship zooms by the Mooninites]
Oglethorpe: Oh, he did non do that!
Emory: What, what'd you see?
Oglethorpe: That dude back at that place simply flipped me off!
[Cut to the Mooninite'due south ship]
Err: Did he see information technology?
Ignignokt: Oh, yes, Err. He saw the finger. My question is, does he know what to do with it?
[On the Plutonian'due south ship]
Oglethorpe: Terminate the transport!
Emory: Okay... you know we're non supposed to terminate, at this speed-
Oglethorpe: Stop it at this speed!
[On the Mooninite'due south send]
Err: Ohh man, that's simply gonna-- Oh man he's backin' upwardly! Fuckin' wing, he's backin' up!! Come on!!
Ignignokt: [giving both middle fingers] No. Nosotros'll double his pleasure.
Err: [giving both middle fingers] Have ii mother muchachos!
Ignignokt: And call us in the morning.
Err: Yeah, call us! We'll be drunk!
Oglethorp: Hey what's incorrect with your fingers? They seem to be all up in my grill when they would exist improve placed...CRAMMED Upwards YOUR BUTTOCKS...BIZNATCH!
Emory: You lot should say that to his face up.
Oglethorp: I will, just as soon as I flip them off! I- [Tries and fails since he has tentacles and not fingers] You flip them off with your fingers, Emory!
Emory: [Having the same problem] I- I can't become it to do right.
Oglethorp: Well, then, show them the nighttime side of the PLUTONIAN MOON!
[Cut to the Mooninites' ship]
Err: Heh heh- what the-? Dude, they're moonin' us!
[Spacecataz- Oglethorp is planning to prank the Mooninites]
Emory: All correct, dude... let'due south just cut our losses, and walk away.
Oglethorp: Nein! The time for maturity is OVER!
[He dials a pizza place]
Oglethorp: Hello- I would like to society one million... no, wait- L MILLION LARGE PIZZAS!
[After, when a cargo ship is unloading the pizzas on the Mooninites' ship]
Oglethorp: Look at them! They are so stuck with that neb. It'due south not even funny, just I am laughing anyway! Ha ha ha ha ha!
[Frylock uses his newly invented compress ray to shrink downwardly a computer chip]
Frylock: Amazing! Exercise you realize that now this bit can be inserted into a microbot that enter into someone'southward pare through a pore-
Meatwad: [takes microchip] Or information technology can exist inserted into the oral cavity, manually, so it can boxing hunger and gustatory modality good. [swallows microchip]
Master Shake Oooh!
Frylock: Tell me you didn't merely eat that frickin'-
Meatwad: Well boy you said it was a chip. And so where's the dip? Or am I lookin at him?
Main Shake: Oooooh! You did not fifty-fifty just practise that! You lot are so dead! Oh NO you DIDN'T! Oh my God!
Master Shake: Alright, my teeth feel gritty, and I'yard gonna lie downwardly.
Frylock: I need that flake Meatwad. I style...or the other.
Meatwad: Oh okay. Fecal matter. Stool sample.
Frylock: Don't talk about it, only do it.
Meatwad: Well I don't do it. My trunk consumes all waste material cloth. It'southward similar the Thunderdome in here, only, two men enter...no man leaves. Rated R.
Frylock: No!
Meatwad: Starring Mel Gibson, and Master Blaster.
Frylock: Are yous serious?!
Meatwad: Yeah.
Frylock: Yous don't...
Meatwad: Don't what?
Frylock: Uuuhh...
Meatwad: Come up on.
Frylock: Uuhh...you know...
Meatwad: Await, we are all adults here. Y'all can say it.
Frylock: Uh, poop?
Meatwad: [laughing] You SAID POOP!! Hey Shake, Frylock said poop in here!
Primary Shake: [from chamber] Poop! HAHAHA! [vomits] HAHAHA! Poop!

Remooned [edit]

Err: Is he all right?
Ignignokt: Cliff hasn't been "all right" since the lunar war.
Ignignokt: It feels good to stretch my legs. Male child, I haven't bitch-slapped someone since Tucson.
Err: Bend over slave!
Ignignokt: Fix for a pride-obliterating bitch-slap.
Err: Carlito wants his manus back.
Ignignokt: Cash our check and you will get...immortal.
Err: Neverending life.
Carl: ...Nah. Sometimes I kinda wanna die.
(Master Milkshake & the Mooninites at a convenience store)
Chief Milkshake: What exercise y'all mean no? Do you know how much this bank check is for? 'Cause I practise not!
Clerk: Uhh, we don't cash checks here.
Main Milkshake: And we don't answer to threats. Allow me say it one more fourth dimension in a language I like to call English language. Or mayhap I should say it in Mexicano: Go back there-o and cash-o de check-o, amigo. Andale! Andale!
Ignignokt: He's not responding, cup. Lay into him more.
Err: (from ouside) Lay into him some more!
Ignignokt: I've got this Err.
Clerk: Uhh, that thing is your check?
Primary Milkshake: Yeah, that is the cheque.
Clerk: Well, we don't cash 'em.
Master Milkshake: Oh you never seen a check before? Oh, me so sorry. Mayhap y'all're in the wrong business, and perhaps clearing would similar to know almost this.
Clerk: Practiced, 'crusade you know what? I'm American.
Master Milk shake: Well, I'grand not, but when I become i, maybe then I'll legally buy a weapon and we won't have to vote you out of office, won't we scumbag?!
(Cutting to Main Shake & the Mooninites outside of the shop)
Principal Shake: Unbelievable!
Ignignokt: Unfathomable.
Chief Shake: Y'know, they sneak in and so they try to rule us. (Looks into the store) Well, I'yard gonna sneak into your country and do this job there and and so not cash any of your friggin' checks! How volition you lot similar that?! You lot won't, because you'll exist hither!
Shake: What happened? Did he buy it?
Meatwad: I bought me some mucilage.
Shake: Where did you get gum?
Ignignokt: Where did you get gum?
Meatwad: In at that place. In the glue aisle.
Err: Perfect.
Shake: That's not what we sent you in at that place for!
Meatwad: Simply that's what I come up out with.
Principal Shake: Where did y'all go gum?
Meatwad: In there, in the gum isle. They got a whole lot of stuff in there.
Ignignokt: Tell me, were there weanie-wraps?
Meatwad: Microwavable, just weanie-wraps none the less, and burger-dorps.
Err: Burger-drops! (jumps through the window and starts shooting lasers).
Meatwad: And burrito-cakes.
Master Milkshake: I thought they stopped making those.
Meatwad: And pizza-balls
Master Shake: Pizza-assurance?!
Ignignokt: Practice they have lil' turkey-muffins?
Frylock: No, Milkshake. The other kind. The bad kind. The kidney-losing kind. In fact, this is not a check at all, Shake. This is a beak, for home care!
Master Shake: Impossible. That's non a bill.
Frylock: This is... Cliff, does anyone know a Cliff?
Ignignokt: Yep, my name is Cliff, and that's not a bill. Tell him, Err.
Err: That'southward a bill.
Ignignokt: A bi— Why are we trying to cash a bill, Err?
Err: I don't know. Information technology'southward your uncle.
Ignignokt: Information technology is my uncle. Don't you forget it.
Err: On the fashion down, I kept proverb, 'This is a bill.' Just figured you knew something I didn't.
Ignignokt: I did know something I didn't! Simply it wasn't that.
Master Shake: Wait a minute. I've been hauling a radioactive neb all over town, for you lot guys?

Gee Whiz [edit]

George Lowe: Standards and practices are a vital link in keeping proficient and funny ideas away from yous, the television receiver viewer. Watch how this nun reacts when we accident her brains out.
George points a shotgun at a smiling nun'southward head and pulls the trigger. Her caput explodes and blood starts pouring out.
TV Alarm: No! Permission not granted!
George Lowe: Oh no, looks like someone'due south about to go an email.
The same scene is and then re-enacted, even so this time a rainbow pours out instead of a blood.
George Lowe: Looks similar someone'due south most to get an "A". Past post-obit the rules, you're guaranteed to make a mediocre product that no 1 tin relate to.
Meatwad: Hey. Hey. Hey, hey. Exercise a search ... for free pizza. Then see if information technology come out this drive. [looks in empty cup] Is this a bulldoze?
Frylock: I'one thousand reading my news, if you lot don't heed.
Meatwad: News is good food for your mind, simply I want nutrient for my mouth.
[brief silence]
Meatwad: [muttering] Yous better hear what I'm sayin', I'll unplug this whole computer...
[Angry that Meatwad is pretending he'southward pregnant, Milk shake angrily jumps upwards and downwardly with his eyes shut and his mouth open screaming]
Shake:(angrily screaming) I should be the one!
Meatwad: So, what was we talkin 'bout here?
Frylock: Well people say they're seeing the face of, the J-man, and they're challenge to be healed.
Meatwad: Uh-huh. Who'south the J-human?
Frylock: Ya know...starts with a J, son of...One thousand. Died and went to H...on the C?
Meatwad: Died on the C...Commode. Commode! Elvis! It's Elvis!
Frylock: No, but he was a king. And he did live in a Graceland of sorts. [Frylock sighs as Meatwad continues to not go it] He looks like Ted Nugent.
Meatwad: Oh yeah, I know that ol' male child! Information technology'south Je-
Frylock: Don't say it! Let'due south just call him...Gee Whiz.
Meatwad: Dear Gee Whiz, please bless thine presence with a 16-inch thick crust meat craver's special, with the mild sauce. Amen. And please bring a side of wings while we wait.
Frylock: Meatwad, what the hell are you doing?!
Meatwad: Shut up! He'due south making pizza!
Meatwad: Oh, Boy I repent. My hormones are goin' nuts. Now delight, if y'all would, get the fuck out of my manner. I mean, how many times do I have to fucking write water ice foam on this fucking list before someone gets their shit in gear, and brings home the fucking water ice foam! Maybe I should get a steak knife AND Compose INTO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING Brow! HOW HARD CAN Information technology FUCKING BE!!!!! ICE MOTHERFUCKING Foam!!!!! I GUESS THAT'S THE PRICE I PAY FOR LIVING WITH TWO FUCKING MORONS!!!!!
Master Shake: What happened to courtesy? Did it just disappear?
Frylock: I just can't believe it.
Master Milkshake: WHO WOULD MAKE Beloved TO THAT??! How do yous make dearest to...do you have a book...how do you exercise it, I'yard asking.
Frylock: I stole this ultrasound programme off the net.
Milk shake: Well that's stealing.
Frylock: I said I stole information technology.
Milk shake: Would y'all get me the Lord of the Rings?
Frylock: I already take that. It'south on my difficult drive. Ok, Meatwad, now-
Shake: [interrupting] How 'bout watchin' it?
Ted Nugent: Hey how you guys doin'? Everyone without a gun, a knife, a handkerchief and a chapstick get the fuck outta here!
Frylock: Who are you?
Milkshake: Gee Whiz?
Carl: That is FREAKIN TED NUGENT! [shot with an arrow] Ahh! you shot my arm!
Ted Nugent: Distressing man, thought you were a varmin.
Shake: Wango ze tango eh?
Ted Nugent: Yes it is my epitome you saw in that billboard
Shake: I kept tellin' him, Ted Nugent. He's stupid
Frylock': What are you doing here?
Ted Nugent: Which of you numbnuts left a dollar in front of my billboard?
Carl: Hey Nug, you gonna sign my arrow?
Ted Nugent: Don't move man.
Carl: I got a Cat Scratch Fever loincloth I nonetheless wearable on laundry dark.
Ted Nugent: I'1000 tellin' ya, don't movement!
Carl: Why, what's the- AAAAAHHH!! [Carl explodes; rainbow appears]
Frylock: Well I'm sure glad that wasn't blood. I would take been motherfuckin' offended out of my fuckin' ass.
Main Shake: Me besides, ya motherfuckin' erect-suck.
Television receiver Voice: [green cheque mark appears] Acceptable!

eDork [edit]

Meatwad: Why don't yous but become to the hose, drink you some water? Similar the domestic dog you are.
Master Shake: I'm not turning on some analog faucet to drink some barbaric h2o. The oral cavity is a archaic hole that will soon be phased out; yous better start takin' some pictures of those!
Meatwad: Could yous phase it out now? Cuz information technology'south pissin' me off.
Carl: What the hell is that?
Main Shake: It takes your MP3's that yous download live off the Internet and transforms them into this song!
Carl: Aye only will it practise the ultimate vocal... Boston's "More Than A Feeling"?
Meatwad: [to Shake] Hey boy, I'm Commander Meat, and you lot are in direct violation of Infinite Treaty 109. Your donkey is mine.
Master Milk shake: Ah HA! Treaties only go up to 103. Everyone from space knows that.
Meatwad: Well, I mean I know that. I was just playin' with you.
Master Shake: Those treaties are very real and very serious. [realizes Meatwad has the ehelmet Milk shake gave to Frylock] Is that, where did y'all get- That is not your ehelmet!
Meatwad: Well yep it is. 'Cause Frylock said it was stupid, that's why I could clothing it, 'crusade I don't know no better.
Schooly D: Yo Shake, I ain't wanna say nothin man, but y'all look like a motherfuckin idiot!
Master Shake: What are you doing?
Meatwad: Painting you with honey.
Master Shake: Eh, that could exist cool ... [notices a bundle on the ground] Is that... is that my bundle?
Meatwad: Nuh-uh. This is MY package.
Master Milkshake: No it's not, it's mine!
Meatwad: I'm allowed to become a package if I desire to.
Master Shake: OK, and then what's in your package that'due south non mine?
Meatwad: I dunno, allow'due south see ... (opens bundle) BEES, Boy, BEES!!!
Master Shake:AHH, CARL!!! HELP! I'G Beingness ATTACKED BY BEES HERE!!!!
Carl: Bees? didja get that link I sent you, about the woman having sex with a bee?
Master Shake: Will yous shut upwards?!
Master Shake: You lot know, I'm kinda gettin' a bad headache.
Carl: Yes, I know what you mean, man.
Master Shake: And I don't know if it's this song, or if it is the heavy magnets that were inserted into the base of operations of my neck.
Carl: Tin someone delight simply close off all the sex? I'g starting to chafe here.
Meatwad: Hither's something that must be attached to your caput.
Principal Shake: I only may. What is it?
Meatwad: Well, it's an east-booger. Come across, it allows...booger transmission...to the snot network!
Master Shake: WAIT!!
[Meatwad throws booger at Shake]
Meatwad: I wiped it on yous, male child!
Master Shake: Wipe information technology off! Bang-up, it's gonna harden now.
Meatwad: What are you doin' ?
Shake: Nosotros are advancing the globe with technology
Meatwad: Cuz it looks like.. dem boys is... that droids in heat..
Frylock: Meatwad back away, that'south non something you should be seeing.
Carl: Will someone tell me what's going on here?
Meatwad: They makin babies out here.
Shake: We need the intelligence helmets.. get give them reason. Frylock, order the intelligence helmets immediately.
Meatwad: Do Standard Commitment.
Shake: Aforementioned Day! Same Day! Information technology's gotta be same 24-hour interval!
Frylock: Alright, it's hither.
Shake: Alright!
Carl: Shut up, let him talk!
Frylock: Information technology has intelligence... but .. of a four yr old
Carl: Craaaaap
Milk shake: That's fine.. A child knows hurting... and a 4 year old would definitely run from this
Carl: Turn it on!

[Placing the Helmet on Shake'south Cup]

Helmet: No means, no! I'm telling on yous!
Carl: Aww.. I feel like I should call my parents
Shake: Intelligence is a wonderful affair.. The control and restraint shown--
Helmet: Oh Boy! A puddle! Mommy I become swimming! [jumps in and gets shocked]
Carl: No, Exit her! She'southward too young for yous GAH!! [jumps in too]

Robositter [edit]

Meatwad: Good mornin'! I'll take me two Steak-Umms.
Shake: You're nearly to learn the value of a hard...twenty-four hours's...night! Because you need to leave there, and start working on a task!
Meatwad: That'd be a violation of kid labor laws.
Frylock: Well, he is right. He's also young...uh, besides, there are sanitation issues...
Meatwad: That'due south right! This hand, been up my butt...merely I'll touch your nutrient all mean solar day long with it!
Shake: Well, your congressman will know about how...bullcrap...this is!
Milkshake: What the hell is this? I told you firewoman, astronaut, racecar driver, perchance bikini judge, and this is what I get? Food service? Are you kidding me? This is third world, and I'm from the first! I'1000 number i, baby.
Frylock: I'grand amazed they even hired you.
Frylock: Did you even read the training manual?
Milk shake: The but thing I read are the zeroes on my paycheck.
Frylock: Wait, okay, I'll practise this, why don't y'all go and requite out free shots of that ham.
[Shake swigs down, so violently vomits support, liquified meat from a pitcher]
Milkshake: That was ham in that bullpen?!
Frylock: No, that was "Fried Chiquid".
Shake: Who friggin' thought of this place?!
Robositter: Where's your phone?
Meatwad: You tin telephone call Candyland with this ane, talk to Gumdrop Larry. You need a calling card made of processed.
Robositter: [smacks the toy telephone out of Meatwad's hands] You are in large trouble! I want the real phone, and I want it now, or I will tear your soul apart!
[Robositter throws Meatwad against the wall.]
Meatwad: [crying] I'm tellin'! I am tellin'!
Robositter: Tell who? The hounds of Hell will banquet upon yous, and I'll brand it happen!
Meatwad: [crying and trying to open a bottle of pills] Can I have some imodium ad?
Robositter: What did I tell you almost the hounds of Hell you retarded mutant?!
Meatwad: You said they was gonna go me.
Robositter: You can have a pill. [takes pill bottle] Hither let me assistance you open up it. [throws pill bottle out the window] Become see if they're open. [throws Meatwad out same window]
Meatwad: Okay.
Robositter: SOMEONE BROKE A WINDOW THAT NEEDS A SPANKING!! [starts up sawing feature]
Meatwad: [starts running] OH MY GOD!!!
Frylock: You're liquified, bitch!
Shake: Where are those girls? Did you give them the coin yet?
Frylock: Does information technology await similar it?
Milkshake: I was supposed to buy them wine coolers!
[Carl and Meatwad stand up in front of Carl's burned down house]
Meatwad: So information technology's either you definitely should not play with matches, or you definitely should.
Carl: It's definitely ane or the other.
Meatwad: Which one you think information technology is, Carl?

Little Brittle [edit]

Ignignokt: I'm sorry, you accept the wrong number. [hangs up phone]
Oglethorpe: Dammit! Why did y'all hang upwards on me?! Striking redial!
[phone rings]
Ignignokt: Howdy?
Oglethorpe: Hello.. this is Mr. Brown. I believe that we got disconnet-
Ignignokt: I'yard sorry, yous take the wrong number. [hangs upwards phone]
Oglethorpe: Ohh dammit!
Little Brittle: Please come up visit me dawg
Well dorsum in 1912 I could kick your donkey
I did the tango and the foxtrot earlier it got banned
There was ragtime and jazz before in that location ever was rap
Now I'yard trapped with a colostomy bag in my pants...
Frylock: Oh no!
Meatwad: Oh yep!
Frylock: Oh Hell no!
Meatwad: Hell yes!
Frylock: Nosotros are not doing this once more. No manner.
Meatwad: Yep way!
Frylock: This is MC Pee Pants isn't it? Isn't information technology?!
Meatwad: No.
Frylock: Okay fine. Sir-Loin right?
Meatwad: Nope.
Frylock: Okay, well who is information technology, then?
Meatwad: Guess. [looking back and forth at a poster] Where are my optics lookin'?
Frylock: Will you just tell me who he is? 'Crusade I'm non gonna look at your poster.
Meatwad: This here's Little Breakable and the C-pocketbook. And he's kickin' it, elderly school.
Master Shake: Where exercise you ii remember you're going?
Frylock: Wherever the hell we want.
Principal Shake: Not without me!
Meatwad: We're going to see Petty Breakable at the old folks habitation.
Master Shake: Go without me!
Frylock: (Flipping through pictures) You don't recall meeting us? Okay, a couple of years ago, you were a six-pes-tall spider that wanted us to help you drill a hole into the world to unleash demons to run your global diet pill pyramid scheme.
Petty Brittle: The what?
Frylock: All right, what about this one? A yr later, you were a cow that tried to get us to bring all our garbage to you and then you could apply flies to evaporate the walls of a bank so you could get the money and...
(Flips to picture of himself in an S & Grand mask and chop-chop flips away)
Frylock: So you lot could get the money to rent patio furniture that yous hadn't paid for yet.
Meatwad: And this is us at dinner right before we sent you to the slaughter-house.
Master Shake: Frylock! You're not gonna believe this! A prowler broke in here and forced your cupcakes in my mouth, and he said if you don't exit the room right now, and let him utilise the internet, he'll shoot me!
Frylock: Fine.
Master Milkshake: He has a gun, you know.
Frylock: Well, he said he'd shoot you lot, so I did figured it was a gun.
Principal Shake: Frylock, I am completely serious here- [Frylock picks up a tray of cupcakes]...You had MORE cupcakes?!
Frylock: Oh you retrieve I can only exit whatever the hell I want around you?
Master Milkshake: Well I leave things around yous and I don't cry!
Picayune Brittle: See, I released it in Transylvania so vampires would come and visit me and I could get them to seize with teeth into my neck and then I could become immortal! Why the hell practise yous think I made myself wait so sexy on the embrace?!
Frylock: See, I knew it. I knew some bullshit was up with y'all. I knew it!
Niggling Breakable: Look, yo. Brittle needs to alive forever! Otherwise I go down to hell and Satan transport me back as something worse! He's got all these ideas... he don't tell me none of them!
Frylock: Why don't you merely get Christian?
Meatwad: That way when yous die, you get to heaven, away from bad ol' Satan.
Footling Breakable: Tin I do that? I mean, are they cool with vampires, considering I gots to banquet on blood!
Frylock: No, yous tin only become one or the other. And the other, which is a vampire, is incommunicable.
Little Brittle: Well then I guess I'm a Christian. Oh yeah, bringin in the sheaves ya'll! Who knew I had information technology in me? I did. Now kill me, quick!
Frylock: Nosotros're not going to kill y'all. The moral thing to do is to let you die naturally..alone, in a pile of your own filth.
Little Breakable: Look, it's easy. Just build a time machine, go dorsum into prehistoric times with a satellite tracking device and a light amplification by stimulated emission of radiation gun, blow upward the comet, save all the dinosaurs then they don't die out and create fossil fuels, and so at that place ain't no energy to feed my food tube.
Meatwad: Or we could just pull this plug right hither.
Little Brittle: Aye, yeah, yes, aye..do that!

Moon Principal [edit]

Meatwad: [to Shake] Hey, hey. Yes, you. Where is my high powered video game panel? I will kicking some donkey if I do not discover it.
Milk shake: I told myself I wouldn't do this, but yous've been and then good this week that I upgraded it with these special chips.
[Meatwad's game console is covered with food crumbs]
Meatwad: [Eating the crumbs] Mmmmh, thems chocolate chips.
Milk shake: Yeah, and "thems", ants! It'due south a new game called "Ant Madness" only this fourth dimension, the game is existent. Tin can you handle information technology?
Meatwad: Deliciously. Hows it work? What's the object? How many bosses must I face?
Shake: It is a race against time and terror to relieve the world starring Eric Stoltz.
Meatwad: Oh, yea yea I play this all the time.
Milk shake: Play again! Hurry man, before in that location's withal time!
Meatwad: [rolling effectually in ants] But scroll effectually in in that location?
Milkshake: Aye just piss them off real good.
Err: [reading from a note] The Gorgotron has destroyed our armies and villages and people and all of our pets and he has layed waste to all of our...craps.
Ignignokt: Crops is what I typed, Err.
Err: Merely it says "craps".
Ignignokt: I know, Err.
Err: Craps is funnier.
Ignignokt: I've processed that humor.
Err: It should be craps, cause craps is a funny word.
Ignignokt: Perchance nosotros'll go with that.
Frylock: So buying all this stuff is going to help you impale this Gorgotron thing? How? Merely tell me that.
Ignignokt: Well wouldn't your ass like to know.
Err: That is why he asked.
Ignignokt: I know, Err, shut up. I am in command of this chat.
Carl: How-do-you-do lady or gentleman of the house. My name is insert name and I am the 1 and only Moon Master, savior of..uh.. [looks up to run into Shake and Meatwad dressed equally moon masters] Oh human. They already talked to you didn't they?! Dammit!

[Cutting to Meatwad in a moonmaster costume and calling Shake 9 times]

Meatwad: Shake!! Shake, Milkshake, Shake, Shake, Milkshake, Milk shake, Shake, Shake, Sha-
Chief Milk shake:(screams angrily) What?!
Meatwad: (sees Shake glaring at him in front of the Aqua Teen door) Oh, so y'all just waltz out here and call back that you gonna face a true warrior? ..and so, ya know.. sign my canvass and be office of my warrior listing..
Master Shake: Oh you better believe I will! Subsequently these messages![He goes inside and watches Boob tube. Meatwad calls him again. He comes outside and uses a shotgun and shoots Meatwad's toy sword]
[Shake fires a shot gun at Meatwad's toy scept]
Meatwad: You done messed up the Lunar Sceptor! There is but 1 in the known galaxy! Well, thank God I bought the 3-pack.
Principal Milkshake: Thank God I brought three shells. Come on, whip 'em out.
Meatwad: Well, whip on this. [pulls out an amulet] All right, hang on. Sha na na na na, sha na na na.
[the amulet glows and makes a sound like the ATHF theme]
Principal Shake: What the hell are you doing?
Meatwad: G-Go a task.
Chief Shake: "Get a job?" What?
Meatwad: You feelin' like whatever sorta like, meltin' awareness?
Primary Milk shake: No, simply if I do I'g going to totally tell on y'all and then yous'll have to become to jail.
Meatwad: No, no, no! Please, don't tell!
Main Milkshake: Oohhh, now that you mention it...
Meatwad: No, no, don't, just, I-I won't exercise it once more. I won't exercise it over again. Simply stand still.. I'm gonna practice it again. Sha na na na-
[Shake fires shot gun at amulet]
Meatwad: Impossible, the lunar melting amulet is constructed of high tensile moon noodles. No mortal human being can destroy information technology.
Principal Shake: Yep, that's right.
Meatwad: And then you, too, are a moon master!
Master Shake: Now and forever.
Err: Delight help us [snickers] save our craps! [laughs]
Ignignokt: Stop, Err! Yous're fueling my silent rage!

Diet [edit]

Meatwad: Hey Carl, how's information technology going?
Carl: Hey what?
Meatwad: I'thousand just power walking.
Carl: What are you frickin' doing that for? You lot're simply gonna die.
Meatwad: Yeah I know, but I need to drop a couple pounds. My anxiety'due south so fat I can't get into my roller skates, and my neckerchief don't fit anymore...look at this...[squeezes neckerchief on]...eeeeeehhh eeeh! [it doesn't fit at all] 'This a stickup!' It don't work. I do this at a bank robbery, I look like a fool.
Frylock: All right, the running human.
Meatwad: Oh no no no, I power walk.
Frylock: Then, how far'd you run, Meatwad?
Meatwad: I powerwalked down to that pile o' sticky bears and back. I should probably set up the pile out further … or closer, so I can get at 'em.
Frylock: Peradventure you shouldn't consume the viscous bears once yous —
Meatwad: Well, that'due south the half-style point! Shit, you don't put the gluey bears out, so there ain't no reason to run! Or powerwalk which is what I did.
Master Milkshake: I don't know why your exercising. It's just sweat that you lot're gonna have to launder off. Exercising's for dummies and women.
Carl: Yeah, you oughta hop on my diet, man. Started it 2 days ago and I'thousand already at my target weight.
Meatwad: Which'un?
Carl: S Bronx Paradise Nutrition, baby! Yeeeeah! The twist is you eat More than you want, and then you supplement that with this special candy bar. And it ain't like them sissy No Venereal diet either.
Frylock: I think that'due south No Carbs, Carl.
Carl: See, just I accept venereal. Then I don't qualify for that. Have I told you lot that earlier?
Frylock: Yeah.
Carl: Funny story-
Master Milkshake: Well, I don't take to watch what I swallow OR what I practice. Call me Mr. Untouchable!
Frylock: Yeah, and that's why you're a candidate for centre disease.
Master Shake: Well...I have iii hearts...cuz I'k from Tattooine. And my female parent-
Frylock: No you're not.
Master Shake: Really? Cuz you know I get my concrete every twelvemonth...on Alderaan!!
Frylock: That didn't happen.
Master Shake: [visibly frustrated] Well...I...I am from the Dagoba Organization!
[Meatwad struggles to lift weight as though he has washed several reps and Frylock finally lifts it upwards for him.]
Meatwad: Uhh. One.
[Meatwad drops the weight.]
Meatwad: Mmmmm. This here's a good steak. A little chewy, but it volition do.
Frylock: Well, because the steak is a … cat toy.
[Meatwad spits out the steak.]
Frylock: Merely, I don't know why a true cat would play with a steak, but, I just put it in there to get y'all excited almost your real dinner: this, uh, celery stalk right here. Mmmm!
Meatwad: Well, it ain't workin'. At present, if you expect me to swallow this, you gonna take to supply me with some wing sauce.
Frylock: How about a twist of lemon?
Meatwad: How about a twist of I gouge your motherfuckin' optics out? Get me the goddamn fly sauce!
Meatwad: Hey, tin I have just 1 funnel cake … [softly] eating contest?
Frylock: Well, fuck me runnin'.
Frylock: Eww! It'southward a human liver! [pokes liver] Is this yours, Carl?
Carl: Oh, all right. I don't know, who cares? It's dead weight is what that is.
Meatwad: C-c-can I have information technology?
Frylock: No, Meatwad!
Meatwad: What? I'm about to dice of hunger here! I need meat!
Principal Shake: Beep beep beep beep doo doo beep... Oh R2!(chuckles)
Frylock: Carl you in here? Carl? Hullo?

Carl pokes his caput into frame as he's on the ceiling.

Carl: Yeah?
Frylock: No...
Carl: You know, I tin actually hear yous, talkin', in your living room. I got some crazy amazing hearing. They don't tell you that in the book.

Carl is sliding across the ceiling on his stomach

Frylock: What are you doing?
Carl: It'due south part of the diet, it says if y'all desire to slide effectually on your breadbasket, don't fight the urge.
Frylock: You know y'all're upwardly on the ceiling right?
Carl: Oh, oh yep that, well, I like to be next to this calorie-free. Like, real adjacent to it. Why? What are you queer?

Carl extends a frog like tounge to swallow a flying insect

Frylock: Eww Carl.
Carl: I told you, I can eat anything I desire with this frickin' diet. It'south great! [Carl unscrews his light fixture on the ceiling] And the kicker? No long term ramifications!

Carl begins licking the inside of the light fixture for dead insects

Dusty Gozongas [edit]

Primary Shake: [Lying on Frylock'south bed with a pan of strawberries in an attempt to seduce Dusty] C'mon in lover. I'one thousand just in here you know... wearing a mask and tickling myself with an ostrich feather. [Eats a strawberry] Oh ho ho.
Repair Man: [Flips lite switch off and on] Your power'south back on.
Master Shake: [Shocked]
Repair Homo: Hey. Can I have one of those strawberries?
Chief Shake: No! Get out of hither!
Carl: Y'all're...ah...you're frickin Dusty Gazongas! I seen your billboard on the interstate at that place. Yous dance out at the Wild Wild Chest.
Meatwad: No, you lot thinkin of that daughter down at Funbag Junction. That's Busty Bazookas.
Chief Shake: I call up you're talking most Nipple Hut.
Carl: You're thinking Crotch Town.
Master Shake: Crotch Town?
Meatwad: Crotch Town?
Carl: Yeah, it'south well-nigh Boob-burg, but Puppet-burg....eh, kinda weak.
Dusty Gazongas: What IS my name?
Meatwad: You're Dusty Gazongas.
Dusty Gazongas: That's my name!!! [giggles]
Meatwad: I can't believe that you permit a silly woman become betwixt y'all and your friendship.
Frylock: 'Particularly one that doesn't even know who you are.
Master Milkshake: It'south disgusting, isn't it? Breaks my center that I have to sue his ass back to the stone age.
Carl: I'm right here, Shake! You wanna become right now? We'll go right now!
Master Shake: C'monday, fatty male child!
Carl: Where are ya?
Meatwad: Whoa, whoa, break it up guys, and listen to me. Love'due south a wonderous thing. But in that location'southward more than to information technology than the physical experience, like … like … oh, hell, I dunno, she had some tig-ole-bitties, didn't she?
Frylock: Yeah, she did.
Carl: Amen to that.
Dusty Gozongas: Who are you guys?
Wrench #ane: This pole is malfunctioning [Gestures towards stripper's pole]
Wrench #two: Yes!
Wrench #1: Perhaps if you were to dance around information technology.
Wrench #2: Yes!
Dusty Gozongas: Is that Pennsylvania?
Wrench #two: Yes!

T-Shirt of the Living Dead [edit]

Milk shake: Oh, God, how much longer? Egypt is so boring. It doesn't even exist anymore, I mean, y'all don't hear DMX rap well-nigh it!
Meatwad: I observe that this is highly effiligent in edumacationus for my encephalon, considering, I am smart, male child!
Master Milk shake: You tell me how this is gonna help you lot get a high-powered six-figure job. You think they enquire Tom Prowl this stuff before he signs on his movies? No ane has to know this, ever!
Frylock: Shake, just go back to the souvenir-store and let Meatwad and I savor the exhibit, okay?
Master Shake: You lot need me here! I am a strong counterpoint to the headphones!
Meatwad: I call back we're having a communication breakdown hither, because you keep saying "plague of snakes", and all I hear is "Easter bunny, Easter bunny, Easter bunny".
[Milkshake disguises himself equally a thief to have the T shirt without going to jail]
Meatwad: Homo, You lot're thinking of stealing that shirt, don't yous?
Shake: Yeah, remember about it. Yes. Now take the form of a hammer!
[Milkshake takes the shirt, and leaves Meatwad as a hammer. Guards pile on Meatwad.]

[Santa is going outside the Aqua Teen'south firm to investigate a loud audio]

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho. What is going on out here?

[Giant monster Easter egg is standing outside Carl's firm roaring loudly]

Santa Claus: Why it'south a large ol' happy easter e- [Easter Egg breathes fire on Santa] Oh God!
Shake: [singing] Oh-hh my Go-od, I-I'thousand the boringest guy in the world!
[Giant Easter eggs take destroyed Carl's house.]
Carl: Hey, make sure my house is completely crushed if you could.
Meatwad: It's okay, they're in love. Hey, where you goin'?
Carl: What're you doing? You missed my car! [Destroying his ain car] Help me out with this!
Santa Claus: It's the middle of fucking July! I was sleeping!
Meatwad: Well, uh...
Santa Claus: Those faggoty elves don't even come up in 'til September!
Santa Claus: Thank y'all, Frylock. If I survive...I'm gonna beat the fuck outta that little meatball!
Frylock: Wait, Santa, I am then distressing. Meatwad just got a lilliputian carried abroad, that's all.
Santa Claus: He got a lot carried away. You lot know that remote controlled race car he wants? Oh yeah, he'due south gonna get information technology...FAR Upward HIS Ass!!
Frylock: Whoa, whoa whoa. At-home down, at present Santa.
Santa Claus: We might see if the reindeer like meat this year!

[The Aqua Teens are helping Santa deliver his toys]

Santa Claus: I tin can't see besides well with the soccer brawl lids...
Frylock: It's okay.
Santa Claus: ...I believe this is Jeffy'southward house, and if I remember correctly...he wants a wooden railroad train.
Frylock: Great! Did you hear that Meatwad?
Meatwad: All right, Jeffy'southward getting his very ain...

[He creates a wooden encephalon]

Meatwad: Wooden encephalon.
Frylock: Railroad train, you idiot! Railroad train!
Meatwad: Don't you talk ugly to me! I'll transport ya to the moon with my magic shirt.
Frylock: [resigned] Yep, I know, Main.
Meatwad: Jeffy's just gonna have to bite the bullet on this one. Because it has been a long nighttime, and nosotros own't even done the eastern seaboard nevertheless.
Santa Claus: But give information technology to him, he's...not a, not a bright child.
Milkshake: Master, tin can I ask a question? Y'all said we'd exist trading off at some signal. Is that close?
Meatwad: We gonna finish up America, then nosotros do Europe, then y'all knock out the Middle Due east yourself.
Milkshake: Fuck you!
Meatwad: Cry me a river, bitch!

Hypnogerm [edit]

Basketball: Time? (laughs) Time is an illusion. The merely time is party time, are we articulate?
Wall:Yeah I'one thousand the basketball.
Meatwad: So what...what kind of germs he got at that place?
Frylock: Hypno-germs, Meatwad. Their only interest is to control your listen.
Meatwad: Oh thats right, and I'one thousand an asshole for request.
Shake: Thank you! Yous sir, yous've got a nice young lady with you! What's your name?
Phil: Phil Chiffonier.
Milk shake: You precious little thing, where ya from, Phil?
Phil: We're from...Kill Yourself!
Shake: Alright, Phil from Kill Yourself! And who's this with you? [growls seductively]
Phil: This is my 6-month-old, and her name is Wear a Lid Fabricated Out of Foil. This is my wife, Lock Yourself in a Cold Night Room.
Lock: How-do-you-do.
Shake: And how long have you 2 lovely people been married?
Lock: Oh, nearly smear yourself with garbage and attempt to cross the expressway.
Phil: Nosotros just celebrated our eat your own dung.
Shake: Neat to hear, yummy too! [laughter] Hey, Phil, cheers for comin' out. Like the shirt, both of you, you lot match!

[Tommy gun fire and screaming resonate through the theater]

Shake: Ladies and gentlemen, allow's hear it for Tulip Sniper!
Tulip Sniper: Thank you, thanks very much! Die! [fires another burst] Die, all of you lot.
Principal Shake: All right! All right! Will everybody settle down delight? We're not deafened! Okay.
Shake: Tell him I've never been to Branson.
Filing Cabinet: He's never been at that place!
Meatwad: Okay, uh, I got a two-part question hither. I, what's he doin'? Two, should we calorie-free him on fire?
Narrator: And the princess turned into the Incredible Hulk. But not the Marvel Comics Incredible Hulk. A completely different Hulk, that we made up.
Edible bean Wizard: I tin can't raise him from the dead, if he's been shot in the head. My powers are limit...ed.
Germ Primary: Bean and germ must never mate. Information technology is written on this grape.
Pancho: Brains! Ay qué delicioso!
Narrator: Poncho and the Princess would never meet once more, for a few weeks later Poncho met a younger, more illegal bean who wasn't in prison. And she diameter him many children... and sued his ass for custody of them.
Germ Master: Have her to the epiglottis!
Master Shake: That is a lie and you lot are liar for maxim that. I've never been to Branson in my life.
Frylock: Don't tell me you don't retrieve that. It was just concluding calendar week!
Meatwad: Yes, yous ate that batch of bad ribs after the Gatlin Brothers concert and made Frylock accident the door off that truckstop bathroom because y'all said you couldn't wait for the bathroom cardinal, squeezin' your butt cheeks together tryin' to keep it in.
Master Milk shake: I don't even know Charles Branson. Someone'south losin' their mind, Jack, 'cause that never happened. [pointing to Meatwad] He's already lost his. [looking at Frylock] I'm lookin' at you, big male child.

Carl [edit]

[Carl stares at unreadable writing scrawled all over the side of his firm]
Carl: Oh ohohohoh, super.
Meatwad's Vocalisation: Love Carl, thank you in advance for feeding my dolls while we out in Panama City scaring upwards venture capital money for my stand-upwards one-act bout Meatwad Unplugged: No Buns Allowed. And besides… nosotros also gettin' a tan. At present remember Dewey and Vanessa won't eat anything just chicken chow mein noodles, and you know Boxy, he swallow annihilation as long as it'southward deep fried. They demand to be walked twice a 24-hour interval, and be sure pick up their doll droppings; you become a fine from the urban center. Thanks again. Sorry about the firm large guy. Sincerely, Meatwad.
Carl: All right. What the fuck does this say?
[phone rings]
Carl: What?!
Meatwad: Did you discover my note?
Carl: Oh, was that you, yep? Thanks for, uh, etchin' it into the side of my house.
Meatwad: Is you mad? Yous ain't mad are ya?
Carl: Yeah, while we're talkin', you wanna tell me what it frickin' says?
Meatwad: What what says.
Carl: The note.
Meatwad: What note?
Carl: The one on the side of my house!
Meatwad: Oh, that aye, well, I don't recall.
Carl: Of course.
Delivery Man: It's, uh, $vii.92.
Carl: Yeah, here's 8 dollars, and, uh, go along it.
Delivery Man: All of it? I don't know if the depository financial institution will accept all this.
Carl: Hey, homo, the night's young. Knock off for a bit. Let's party!
Commitment Man: Oh, no thank you. This is gonna take me all night to count.
Carl: Hey, don't be so uptight, man. I got a pool in the back, I got beer on ice and, uh…
[The commitment man drives away.]
Carl: I'm callin' your supervisor, asshole!
Carl: All right, that's the last of the W's. In that location's a Z left but uh... oh. Aye, that unibrow. Ah, screw it. Look up 'Zambrano'. Normally I wouldn't exercise a fat chick from the flag corps, just uh...it is a new era!...of loneliness. Oh God.
[Rudy has killed Stacy with a laser.]
Rudy: Intruder warning. Intruder alert. She was robbing y'all. Was she robbing y'all?
Frylock: Of what?!?! My virginity?!?! No, not anymore. I don't think so…
Bar Owner: [flickering lights on and off] Go dwelling house!!!
Frylock: …and I… I'chiliad not a virgin. Uh… I never was. I mean I was. But I… I… Just get the fuck out of here!!!
[Master Milkshake and Meatwad play wing men equally Frylock talks to Stacie]
Amber: [eating] This is proficient.
Principal Shake: You're pouring them down your throat! Ya know, if yous chewed 'em it would brand them a little more enjoyable. Look at you, you don't intendance.
Meatwad: Come up on, Shake. Frylock's tryin' to get him some down in that location. Be a good fly man.
Chief Shake: I would, but she won't permit me have any. I'm afraid to go my hands past the plate. She might suck 'em down.
Meatwad: Judge who's baaaack!!! Come on everybody, group hug! Boxy, what'due south wrong?
Boxy Brown: Don't you always leave me with that fool over again! I'll slit yous upward the middle!!!
Meatwad: Okay, Boxy…
Boxy Brown: Okay, nothing— motherfucker did not feed us!!!
Meatwad: I… I will… I will know better side by side time.
Indigestible Brown: He peed on me, bitch!
Meatwad: Frylock, go him off me, delight!
[After Rudy shoots Carl with lasers]
Rudy: He was robbing you lot! Was he trying to rob you lot?!
Frylock: No Rudy! He wasn't tryin' to rob u.s.a..
Meatwad: Where is my wal- (points to Master Shake) He took my wallet!
Principal Shake: I got the what now? (Rudy shoots Shake with lasers) AAAHH!

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

  • Aqua Teen Hunger Force at Adult Swim
  • Aqua Teen Hunger Forcefulness quotes at the Internet Movie Database
  • Aqua Teen Hunger Force at Idiot box.com

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