Julian Holloway: Death

Skips Strikes

Death

Benson: [re: bowling trophy] There she is guys. Isn't she a beaut?
Rigby: [mesmerized] I want that beaut.
Benson: So who are we up against?
Mordecai: Some team called the Magical Elements.
Rigby: [unintimidated] The Magical Elements. Hm, hm. More like the Magical Loser-ments.
Death: [offscreen; offended] What did you say about us?
Death: So, you blokes must be the Park Strikers. If you ask me, you're in for quite a beatdown.
Head Baby: Yes, our team has stood undefeated for thousands of years. No mortal stands a chance against the Magical Elements.
Gary: Shouldn't be a problem, these guys are out of their element for even being here.
Rigby: No, you're out of your element. You and your lame matching uniforms. I bet those aren't even...
Bowling Manager: [catching Gary making Rigby's mouth disappear] Hey, what did I tell you guys about using magic? Do you want to be in this league, well then no magic stuff alright?
Death: No matter. Magic or not, we're still gonna beat you chumps.
Skips: Well, that's just your opinion, Death.
Death: No, it's a fact! Get used to it!
Rigby: Get used to this: we're gonna rub those trophies in your face, right after we rub these bowling bags in your face!
Benson, Rigby, Mordecai: Ooooooooh!

Skips: [hearing familiar laughter] I know it's you, Death.
Death: Ello, Skips.
Skips: What do you want? I gotta get back to dinner with my friends.
Death: Aw, yes. Friends. Tell me, Skips, these "friends", they idolize you yeah?
Skips: Nah nah, it's respect.
Death: They wouldn't respect the Skips I know.
Skips: What are you talking about?
Death: You know that I know that you've been lying to them for a long time. We wouldn't want our little secret to come out now would we?
Skips: Death, that's not who I am anymore. If that secret came out, it could ruin me.
Death: Yeah, I guess it could. Sit the game out and I won't tell. Think it over.

Pops: [knocking only one pin down] Yay! One pin, one pin!
Death: Well, if it isn't the Park Strikers. Hey, what happened to Skips? Oh, that's not Skips. Just some bloke with a fat head. Oh, Rigby, don't forget about our little wager. Good day, gents.
Mordecai: Rigby, what is he talking about?
Rigby: [guilty of something] Uh...

Rigby: Ah, man. I forgot my bowling towel.
Rigby: [seeing the Magical Elements after grabbing his bowling towel] You know, you guys shouldn't even show up tomorrow. There's no way you're gonna win.
Head Baby: [restrained] Oh, let me at him! Let me at him!
Death: [to Reginald] Calm down! Calm down! I got this.
Death: [to Rigby] You seem pretty sure of yourself. How about a wager: your team's souls for these souls.
Rigby: [enthralled] Whoaaaaa. Soul ball! I can rub that in so many people's faces.
Rigby: [shaking Death's hand] Deal!