Metalocalypse Quote
Pickles: [enters restroom] I AM GONNA LOSE MY MIND! MY PARENTS JUST BRAG AND BRAG ABOUT MY BROTHER! [mocking high-pitched voice] "Oh, he's in a room above the garage!" [normal voice] BIG DEAL, HE'S AN EX-CON! [breathes from an inhaler, pants for breath] I haven't used one of these things in like 15 years.
Nathan: [enters restroom, slamming the door open] WHAT THE FUCK?!
Skwisgaar: This whole thing gives me a case of my stomachs throw-up!
William: Don't worry about it, your mom seems cool!
Skwisgaar: She was the most prosqueeminous women in Swedens, haves sex with everybody! Pffft! Thanks mom!
Nathan: The fact that my parents had sex in order to create me makes me want to be buried alive.
William: My grandma has an odor that's so very wrong and she wants me to buy that bastard a wheel chair. SHE WON'T SHUT UP ABOUT IT!
Pickles: Why do we make it so hard on ourselves? We'll just solve it like any other problem!
William: Of course! We have them put to sleep!
Pickles: No, we'll lie! We'll lie through our teeth and throw money at them! We'll buy that bastard a wheel chair, take them to miniature golf or whatever the fuck people do. We'll pretend we're interested in what they're askin', and when that weekend's over, we'll ship them outta here, never to be seen again. Deal?
William: Okay.
Nathan: [enters restroom, slamming the door open] WHAT THE FUCK?!
Skwisgaar: This whole thing gives me a case of my stomachs throw-up!
William: Don't worry about it, your mom seems cool!
Skwisgaar: She was the most prosqueeminous women in Swedens, haves sex with everybody! Pffft! Thanks mom!
Nathan: The fact that my parents had sex in order to create me makes me want to be buried alive.
William: My grandma has an odor that's so very wrong and she wants me to buy that bastard a wheel chair. SHE WON'T SHUT UP ABOUT IT!
Pickles: Why do we make it so hard on ourselves? We'll just solve it like any other problem!
William: Of course! We have them put to sleep!
Pickles: No, we'll lie! We'll lie through our teeth and throw money at them! We'll buy that bastard a wheel chair, take them to miniature golf or whatever the fuck people do. We'll pretend we're interested in what they're askin', and when that weekend's over, we'll ship them outta here, never to be seen again. Deal?
William: Okay.
TV Show: Metalocalypse
