Master Shake: What's this little to do?
Frylock: My damn mail.
Master Shake: And yet, it is in my hands. Explain that to Nazareth!
Frylock: Shake, Shake. Do you see anything from a golf course in there?
Master Shake: Hmm... Jersey Pines, South Jerseys' Most Prestigious Urban Golf Course.
Frylock: What does it say?
Master Shake: Uh, junk mail.
Frylock: What did it say? What did it say?
Master Shake: I hate this stuff.
Frylock: Did I get in?
Master Shake: I'll take care of this for you. Don't worry.
Frylock: Open it, Shake! Open it!
Master Shake: Hold on! I have to open it first.
[Shake fabricates the transcript]
Master Shake: Dear Frylock, we're coming to hurt you. You are rejected because you are a red gay ass!
Frylock: Give me that!
Master Shake: Well, what are you going to do?
Frylock: Hot damn, I got in! Meatwad, call in the teatime! We're about to hit the Links, baby!
Meatwad: Tea, anyone?
Master Shake: Tea, no one! Never!
Frylock: Shake, chill out! I can bring two guests.
Master Shake: Good, get your sticks. Let me show you how to play.