Frat Aliens
D.P.: Oh, oh wait, uh hang on. Did you see like, a little naked dude, out in the street anywhere?
Frylock: Uh, yeah. I think he's dead.
D.P.: Oh, are you serious? Well, when he wakes up, make him drink.
Skeeter: [at Carl] Dude, you wanna move your thing? You almost killed us!
D.P.: Yeah, are you, like, begging me instead to, like, mess up your pizza face in front of your girlfriend over there [points at Frylock], 'cause I'll do it, man!
Skeeter: [holding D.P. back] Dude, dude, it's not worth it!
D.P.: No, man, look at my ship!!! [points to his wrecked spaceship] My dad is gonna be pissed!
Skeeter: [to Carl] Do you know who his dad is?! He is totally rich...he will totally hook you up.....dude....we're drunk!
Carl: These friends of yours, Fryman?
D.P.: Hey, where's the club? I need to piss.
Carl: They came from space, you know...typically, that means you're somehow connected.
Frylock: Carl, I've never seen them before in my life.
D.P.: So, you don't mind if I talk to her? [points to Frylock]
Carl: Her??! Ha-ha, yeah, knock yourself out. She's a regular ho-bag.
D.P.: [to Frylock] 'Sup, little lady?
Skeeter: Dude, she's got a bit of a 'stache.
D.P.: It's all right, she's good to go [gives Skeeter a fistbump]. So...my dad's totally rich, we own this dealership, and, uh, what sorority are you in?
Frylock: 'Scuse me?! I think you have me confused with a woman.
Skeeter: Ohhh, she burned you, dude!
D.P.: Oh, so you couldn't get in to a sorority?
Frylock: I'm a man, all right?!
Skeeter: This is beat. Total sausage party. Uhh...I think. C'mon D.P., let's get out of here.
D.P.: Well, what else is open besides, your mouth, when you're like kissing on some gay dude and like holding his, like, muscles cause his arms are just like, wrapped around you and you feel like so safe, cause you're like, not that you're gay or nothing, but god you just want to bury yourself in his chest and just live there forever.
Frylock: ...I'm outta here.
Skeeter: D to the P, let's go, I got the munchies.
D.P.: Hang on, hang on...[starts talking to Shake] what's your name, babe?
Master Shake: I'm Shake.
D.P.: Ah, you wanna take me to your dorm room for a drink or somethin'?
Master Shake: No, but I believe this little lady needs to have a life experience.
[Shake hands Meatwad to D.P.; D.P. proceeds to kiss him.]
D.P.: Come here...
Meatwad: What you doin'?! Don't kiss me!
D.P.: What? It's cool, I got a rubber. What?!
Meatwad: You stay outside. You scarin' me.
Master Shake: Somebody's a little bi-curious!
Meatwad: I ain't no bi-curious. I'm a man's man!
Master Shake: Not anymore! I've planted the seed of doubt!
Meatwad: You don't say that! I'm a man, and you...if you need me, I'm gonna be in the garage...[in a deeper voice] hangin' Sheet Rock, 'round an engine I'm rebuilding.
Master Shake: Look at the way he rolls...
Meatwad: WHERE'S MY CHEWIN' TOBACCO?!!
Master Shake: ...just like a woman!
D.P.: Dude, your buddy here is givin' me a rash.
Frylock: He usually doesn't drink this much!
Master Shake: I out-party you!
Frylock: Shake, will you sit down?
Master Shake: P.D., I know how to throw…down. Dude! And I almost said 'throw up', but I didn't. I hold my boobs... my booze! But I hold boobs all day, too!
Frylock: Yeah, this is beer number two for him, right?
Master Shake: Dude, show him that sweet lung tat you got. Oh…wait till you see this. This is so awesome.
[D.P. opens a flap in his chest, shows a tattoo of his frat.]
D.P.: Had to do it on the inside or my dad would totally kill me. Had to get WASTED cuz it hurt like eight *****es on a ***** boat!
D.P.:What else is open besides, your mouth, when you're like kissing on some gay dude and like holding his, like, muscles cause his arms are just like, wrapped around you and you feel like so safe, cause you're like, not that you're gay or nothing, but god you just want to bury yourself in his chest and just live there forever...
D.P.: Oh, oh wait, uh hang on. Did you see like, a little naked dude, out in the street anywhere?
Frylock: Uh, yeah. I think he's dead.
D.P.: Oh, are you serious? Well, when he wakes up, make him drink.
Skeeter: [at Carl] Dude, you wanna move your thing? You almost killed us!
D.P.: Yeah, are you, like, begging me instead to, like, mess up your pizza face in front of your girlfriend over there [points at Frylock], 'cause I'll do it, man!
Skeeter: [holding D.P. back] Dude, dude, it's not worth it!
D.P.: No, man, look at my ship!!! [points to his wrecked spaceship] My dad is gonna be pissed!
Skeeter: [to Carl] Do you know who his dad is?! He is totally rich...he will totally hook you up.....dude....we're drunk!
Carl: These friends of yours, Fryman?
D.P.: Hey, where's the club? I need to piss.
Carl: They came from space, you know...typically, that means you're somehow connected.
Frylock: Carl, I've never seen them before in my life.
D.P.: So, you don't mind if I talk to her? [points to Frylock]
Carl: Her??! Ha-ha, yeah, knock yourself out. She's a regular ho-bag.
D.P.: [to Frylock] 'Sup, little lady?
Skeeter: Dude, she's got a bit of a 'stache.
D.P.: It's all right, she's good to go [gives Skeeter a fistbump]. So...my dad's totally rich, we own this dealership, and, uh, what sorority are you in?
Frylock: 'Scuse me?! I think you have me confused with a woman.
Skeeter: Ohhh, she burned you, dude!
D.P.: Oh, so you couldn't get in to a sorority?
Frylock: I'm a man, all right?!
Skeeter: This is beat. Total sausage party. Uhh...I think. C'mon D.P., let's get out of here.
D.P.: Well, what else is open besides, your mouth, when you're like kissing on some gay dude and like holding his, like, muscles cause his arms are just like, wrapped around you and you feel like so safe, cause you're like, not that you're gay or nothing, but god you just want to bury yourself in his chest and just live there forever.
Frylock: ...I'm outta here.
Skeeter: D to the P, let's go, I got the munchies.
D.P.: Hang on, hang on...[starts talking to Shake] what's your name, babe?
Master Shake: I'm Shake.
D.P.: Ah, you wanna take me to your dorm room for a drink or somethin'?
Master Shake: No, but I believe this little lady needs to have a life experience.
[Shake hands Meatwad to D.P.; D.P. proceeds to kiss him.]
D.P.: Come here...
Meatwad: What you doin'?! Don't kiss me!
D.P.: What? It's cool, I got a rubber. What?!
Meatwad: You stay outside. You scarin' me.
Master Shake: Somebody's a little bi-curious!
Meatwad: I ain't no bi-curious. I'm a man's man!
Master Shake: Not anymore! I've planted the seed of doubt!
Meatwad: You don't say that! I'm a man, and you...if you need me, I'm gonna be in the garage...[in a deeper voice] hangin' Sheet Rock, 'round an engine I'm rebuilding.
Master Shake: Look at the way he rolls...
Meatwad: WHERE'S MY CHEWIN' TOBACCO?!!
Master Shake: ...just like a woman!
D.P.: Dude, your buddy here is givin' me a rash.
Frylock: He usually doesn't drink this much!
Master Shake: I out-party you!
Frylock: Shake, will you sit down?
Master Shake: P.D., I know how to throw…down. Dude! And I almost said 'throw up', but I didn't. I hold my boobs... my booze! But I hold boobs all day, too!
Frylock: Yeah, this is beer number two for him, right?
Master Shake: Dude, show him that sweet lung tat you got. Oh…wait till you see this. This is so awesome.
[D.P. opens a flap in his chest, shows a tattoo of his frat.]
D.P.: Had to do it on the inside or my dad would totally kill me. Had to get WASTED cuz it hurt like eight *****es on a ***** boat!
D.P.:What else is open besides, your mouth, when you're like kissing on some gay dude and like holding his, like, muscles cause his arms are just like, wrapped around you and you feel like so safe, cause you're like, not that you're gay or nothing, but god you just want to bury yourself in his chest and just live there forever...