- 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.
- Master Shake: See? Now, you get a firm grip and let her rip!
- [the golf ball crashed into Carl's window]
- Master Shake: Right into his window. Yes, he'll sue you but you'll win. No one witnessed this.
- Frylock: I don't think Carl's gonna be cool with his windows being smashed, Shake. We should really practice this at the course.
- Master Shake: And pay for it? I don't think so!
- Carl Brutananadilewski: Hey, what are you doing?
- Master Shake: Ah. Our next lesson.
- Carl Brutananadilewski: I heard a smash and I knew it was my house.
- Master Shake: If someone confronts you, bring them like so...
- Carl Brutananadilewski: Hey, I'm talking to you.
- Master Shake: ...using the X button.
- Carl Brutananadilewski: Wha... What's an X button?
- Meatwad: Whoo, headshot! Dang! Nice followthrough.
- Master Shake: Very nice followthrough. Practice, you two will learn how to kill!