Hey!
Hmm? Aah!
I say, old horse,
it's really rather not on to make such a mess.
'Tis high time somebody taught you ruffians some manners,
although I fear I must address you hoodlums
in a matter you'll understand.
I believe it is known in common parlance as rap music.
A handkerchief, a handkerchief, a handkerchief, a handkerchief.
Sad when a kid lets himself go like that, am I right?
A handkerchief... Dude, I'm just a background character.
I'm not supposed to say anything.
- I don't even have a name. - But everyone has a song,
even unimportant background characters.
Maybe I do. You see...
Oh, gross!
Oh, someone should clean this up.
Aah!
That is the worst case of J-pop I've ever seen.
- Is it contagious? - Absolutely not.
I'm sorry, sir. I cannot in good conscience
sell you a meal with that many calories.
You might as well strap a hose to your face
and pump 100 pounds of hot lard directly down your throat.
Sure, I'll take one of those, too.
Sir, so much unhealthy food is seriously dangerous for you.
Larry, let me tell you something about how I like my food.
Yeah, is there any way we could skip this...
'Cause I've, uh, got a line forming behind you.
Fine, fine, just please stop singing!
Here's your bucket, sir. Have a nice day.
Ahh. I can feel my arteries hardening already!
Huh?
That's probably a bad sign.
That's definitely a bad sign.
Yuck!
- So I said to Steve, I said... - Are you okay, my sweet?
You haven't said a word since we got here.
What? You interrupted me to say that?
I was right in the middle of a... Shh.
There's no need to feel insecure.
I know you see the way other women look at me.
No, Nigel. You promised you wouldn't do this.
You got something those other girls don't have.
Thick hair all over your body.
Now just lie down and listen.
Nigel, I'm not going to lie down in a restaurant.
Oh, please, no.
You promised.
Please, stop! Please, no, no!
Oi, oi, hey, hey, hey. Who's this? Who's this?
I didn't complete a single orbit
before losing me planet status.
Pluto.
That's right, it's Pluto.
Stripped of her planet status like a common moon.
Ah, sorry. I, uh, I didn't see you there.
So, uh, what you guys doing this evening?
Uh...
Oh, you know, usual planet stuff.
Bowling.
That's... That's... That's cool... cool.
So, yeah, anyway, we'll see you around, I guess.
Oh, yeah. Cheers.
Have a... Have a nice, um...
Sorry, sorry, luv.
Can you keep it down a bit?
You're putting Uranus off his strike.
Actually, it's pronounced Ur-anus.
Why did I ever hang out with those dorks?
Hey, toots, you going our way?
We're off to trash a planet a few light years away.
You want to tag along?
You can join us if you're cool.
I'm not getting those back.
Is minus-229 degrees cool enough for you?
Yeah!
Oh, sorry, honey. I didn't know the fan was on.
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