- [Frylock is marrying Carl and a mail order bride]
- Frylock: Do you, Svetlana... what does this say?
- Carl: Look, just say Smith or Jones or somethin'. I mean, there's no way you can pronounce that, right?
- Frylock: Svetlana Smith, take Carl...
- Carl: Just say Smith again, it don't matter. None of this matters.
- [Carl and Shake have ordered a mail-order bride]
- Carl: Oh man, I cannot wait. I got the oils, the candles, the works. When does that babe get here?
- Master Shake: Carl, don't refer to her as a babe, please. She is a Chechnyan prostitute and you will refer to her as such.
- Wedding DJ: Introducing: the new Misters and Missus Bortowski!
- Carl: [shouting] IT'S BRUTANANADILEWSKI! AND YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!
- Master Shake: No way! You are staying!
- [notices the others glaring at him]
- Master Shake: ... We got him 'til two!
- Frylock: Santa's coming tonight, Meatwad, so I really need your Christmas list. And if you've been a good boy this year...
- Meatwad: Here.
- [Meatwad hands Frylock a piece of paper with some crayon scribbles on it]
- Frylock: ...you might just get this... L-shaped... thing.
- Meatwad: Nah-huh. What that is is a hair dryer.
- Frylock: You want a hair dryer?
- Meatwad: Yeah.
- Frylock: For what? You don't even have any... .
- Meatwad: Keep looking. Next to the hair dryer.
- Frylock: This... this is a squiggle.
- Meatwad: No, that's hair. You read it backwards, fool. So go get it.