Aqua Teen Hunger Force Quotes
Super Spore
Meatwad: ...dragons have tails, and kittycats,
and lizards, and--
Frylock: Could you please shut up, Meatwad?
Meatwad: Nuh-uh, I got a lot to say.
Frylock: He's trying to say something.
Shake: Yeah, I'll tell you what he's trying to
say, "I need somebody to kick me in the ass so I can get the hell off your
land." That's what you're trying to say, right?
Frylock: Meatwad, it's just for a few days.
Meatwad: It's always, "Just for a few days,
Meatwad." You understand how long a space day is?
Frylock: 782 hours.
Meatwad: ....Neither do I. I want to enjoy my room
while I'm alive, and I could have been the roller skate king down here on Earth,
you know what I'm saying?
Frylock: No.
Meatwad: You don't! Cuz I don't.
Shake: That's the problem. I'm too attractive
to women. ...I know it makes you mad.
Frylock: Yes, it does.
Shake: But, listen, it's nothing for us to fight
about. It's all good in the hood, do you know what I mean?
Frylock: I know, I know. It's cool.
Shake: You'll get your own girl some day. (*cough*)Fat
chance(*cough*) Excuse me, a little something in my throat.
Shake: Let me straighten you out, sponge. It's give and take around here. You give it to me, and I take it.
Frylock: Oh, he eats just like an insect.
Meatwad: No, I think he's doing it because he thinks
it's cool.
Travis of the Cosmos: Hee-hee-ho-ho, you like that,
bitch? (dissolves Shake's hand)
Meatwad: It is cool, hehe, it *is* cool.
Travis of the Cosmos: You my bitch!
Frylock: Rude! Are you doing this just to spite
me?
Travis of the Cosmos: Oh, I try better next time.
Please, more flapjack now.
Frylock: That's better.
Travis of the Cosmos: I rule you!
Meatwad: Fryyyylock, he says he rules us!
Frylock: That's it, mister. Time out for you!
Travis of the Cosmos: Damn.
Frylock: What did I just hear you say?
Meatwad: I heard him. He said, "Damn,"
damn it. Only adults like us are allowed to say "damn," bitchass,"
and "hell." So get your hellin' damnin' ass back in that bitchin'
damn room, damn it! (Frylock glares at Meatwad) What? Damn, I was just
helping you out, bitch.
Meatwad: Is that what I think it is?
Frylock: It's an NST--a Neural Speech Transmitter.
Meatwad: No, uh-uh, it's the BNCS--my Brushed Nickel
Colander, Stupid. Now take them wires off there and give it back. I need to
drain the spaghetti.
Frylock: Meatwad, you don't cook. You sleep in
this thing.
Meatwad: Sure, *you* have fetishes.
Travis of the Cosmos: I people person. Uh, work good with children. Uh, people like me. Because I force them to! With violence!