Alright Angry Chef, let’s get this show on the road! I’m driving!
I’m driving, Carl. And if I pass out, Mallory can take over!
Mallory’s gonna drive? Why don’t we just put a brick on the gas pedal and take our seat belts off?
HEY FRENCHY! DO YOU REMEMBER PUBERTY?
Mallory will do fine. I seen her drive once. She’ll do fine.
Weren’t not listening to dance music, Anastasia!
But I wanna boogie! Let’s put on some disco!
What we need is Biggie Smalls! Honeys will be rollin’ up in their convertibles, tube tops jigglin’!
I want ABBA!
ENOUGH! MALLORY, YOU PICK SOME MUSIC!
WHAT DO YOU MEAN “HOW”? TURN THE DAMN RADIO ON!
I don’t, I mean… where is she?
Hey, Mallory’s right! The radio is missing!
SON OF A BITCH! SOMEONE STOLE MY RADIO! How the hell are we gonna drive to Saskatchewan without music?
Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!
PUT A SOCK IN IT, ANASTASIA!
Someone drop me a beat!
You see that broad broad?
I’ll offer her my rod
Got a thick and tasty bod
Like the first generation iPod
SHUT IT, CARL!