What happened to your girlfriend?

Look, Carl, you just go home, wash your face and your feet, shave your shoulders, and you come on over to my house tonight.

Smith, to be your lawfully wedded husband.

Put the magazine down and hold it with your hands.

Because it did happen on your side of the lawn, remember?

Santa's coming tonight, Meatwad, so I really need your Christmas list.

Why don't you try your shirt with sleeves if you got one, Romeo?

You're out of your mind if you think I'm wearing recycled elf hair.

Okay, I leave you for two seconds, and you turn this house into your personal Christmas dumpster?

Take Carl and Master Shake to be your lawfully wedded husbands as long as you three shall live.

Hey, fry man, you think I could get you to bring your laser eyes out here and, uh, blow a frickin' hole in my wall?

Yeah, why don't you try them on before you put them in the attic next to your bark shoes and all that other stuff he made that you hate?

But you and I know that she will be sizzling like fajita meat.

Carl, Carl, please.

Oh, boy, that's rotten.

I'm gonna take another shower before the dirtiness.

Yeah, why don't you take about five more?

We're walking down that aisle!

Yeah!

Tonight!