Master Shake: What seems to be the trouble here little lay-dee?
Dusty Gozongas: It smells funny here...
Meatwad: Shake says I got a paper mill comin' out my butt, and that I smell like Louisiana.
Master Shake: Come on, now why would you say that to this lady with the big boobs? You don't have an income like I do and you've never even ridden in my amazing rocket car.
Dusty Gozongas: You have a rocket car?
Master Shake: Yeah, if I get bored, maybe I'll, uh, bench press it for ya.
Carl: You're, uh, you're fricken, uh, Dusty Gozongas! I've seen your billboard on the interstate. You dance out at the, uh, Wild Wild Chest!
Meatwad: Naw, you're thinking of that girl down at Fun Bag Junction, that's Busty Bazookas.
Master Shake: I think you're talking about Nipple Hut.
Carl: You're thinking CrotchTown.
Master Shake: CrotchTown?
Meatwad: CrotchTown?
Carl: Yeah, it's near Boobberg... but Boobberg, eh, kinda weak.