The Gang Recycles Their Trash

Mac:Shut up, bird.

Charlie:These guys are blasting us in the ass.

Mac:Who am I supposed to vote for, the Republican who's blasting me in the ass or the Democrat who's blasting me in the ass?

Charlie:Yeah, politics is all one big ass-blast.

Frank:Let's pull up our bootstraps, oil up a couple asses and do a little plowing of our own. Pow!

Frank:Not gay sex.

Dennis:Okay, yeah. It seemed like... What are you talking about?

Mac:Shut up, bird.

Frank:Meanwhile, I dress Dee up like a whore, get a city official, bribe him, and make him give us the contract

Charlie:We've gone to door-to-door in a van before, and that didn't work out for us.

Dennis:How often should it work out?

Charlie:Almost never.

Charlie:And I'm still the wild card, so that's good.

Dennis:I feel like you just agreed with me, but you weren't listening to what I was saying.

Dennis:I feel like you just agreed with me, but you weren't listening to what I was saying.

Charlie:Yes.

Dennis:You pointed at me like I said something, but I didn't.

Charlie:Good.

Mac:Yeah, he doesn't even like, get us, man. It's... We're talking about you.

Dennis:Yeah, sure, in the 1950s, yeah, you could drive around door to door in a windowless van, and people didn't think they were gonna get raped. Now, th-they will think that.

Frank:You're presenting yourself as a banana.

Dee:I did not picture this guy getting recycled back into the mix.

Frank:♪ I still got the moves... ♪

Frank:♪ I still got the moves... ♪

Dennis:Let's not do accents. That's the kind of wild-card stuff that always gets us into trouble.

Dennis:Mac, you have an exceptional number of bugs in your teeth.

♪ Hello, We bet you hate that smell, That smell from all your trash ♪

Customer:Wait, I have to stop you. Damn it, Dennis. I knew this wasn't gonna work.

Dennis:No, the plan was good.

Dennis:Charlie, you were sharp.

Charlie:I was...

Dennis:You were a little sharp.

Charlie:The elaborate door-to-door sales song about trash collection

Mac:My hunch is that this gentleman has gone from a twink to a twunk to a twank.

Frank:What's a twunk?

Mac:Twink and a hunk. A twink with muscles, but still hairless. So smooth. Incredibly smooth.

Mac:Twank is no good. That's a twink and a skank. Essentially a ragdoll, just being passed around from twink to twunk to bear to otter.

Mac:the otter generates his power through extraordinary quickness, cunning, and skill.

Frank:Some cocks can't be unsucked.

Mac:I, for one, am of the belief that some things can't be thrown in the trash, Frank. And your sexuality is one of them.

Frank:I forgot.

Frank:Well, I guess we'll be the ones to slink away.

Mac:The gulls are shitting all over me.

Mac:Let's just dump it in a poor neighborhood because they don't mind living in their own filth.

Dennis:Absolutely. They don't know any better.

Mac:I mean, why else would they choose to live like that?

Dennis:They don't care?

Mac:They clearly don't care.

Dennis:let's just dump it in a poor neighborhood because they don't mind living in their own filth.

Dee:He just tried to kiss me.

Dennis:Yeah, he did a little bit.

Mac:He's trying to confuse us with his fancy language and his expensive podiums

Dee:Hey, y'all, it's me, Martina Martinez.

Dee:Rape! Rape! Rape! My... This white boy's got his hands all over my beautiful brown body!

Dee:When was the last time a white lady pick up after you when you threw your orange soda and your grape sodas on the ground?!

Mac:Look, it would've been fine if Dee hadn't incited a race war.

Charlie:We should make rugs for the bar. That's a good idea.

Dennis:He's a twink versatile. You watch yourself. I wouldn't be able to satisfy him.

Mac:A twink versatile? That's impressive.

Mac:Did you cut the brakes again?

Charlie:Yep.

Mac:Why would you do that, Charlie?

Charlie:That's just what I do. Wild card, bitches!

Dennis:Try the brakes. Try the... Did you cut the brakes again?

Charlie:Yep.

Dennis:Charlie. Why would you do that, Charlie?

Charlie:That's just what I do. Wild card, bitches!

Mac:So, the rugs?

Dennis:Yeah, the rugs. It's always been the rugs.