A Dog's Breakfast

Marilyn:
Is he sweet or what?

Patrick:
I'll take the "or what".

Marilyn:
Ix-nay on the Ookie-may.

Ryan:
Okay-way.

Patrick:
[sarcastically, feigning seriousness] I'm not sure your code is secure.

Patrick:
[to Marilyn] You're evil! [to Ryan] And you... you're SCOTTISH evil!

Patrick:
C'mon, it's easy, you just... [takes Mars' toothbrush and brushes own teeth, humming to himself; Mars walks away] Fine. Teach yourself, Dogbreath. [continues to brush teeth, then grimaces] What've you been eating?

Ryan:
Don't look.

Marilyn:
It's a surprise.

Patrick:
[rolls eyes] Well, it can't be any worse than the last one.

Ryan:
[in unison with Marilyn] Karaoke!

Marilyn:
[flicks switch to turn on machine] Do!

Patrick:
Hm. Wrong again.

Ryan:
[with echo] Do you karaoke?

Patrick:
I don't do that. [with echo] So that's a no.

Patrick:
Maybe this is karma.

Marilyn:
Karma? What have I ever done?

Patrick:
Well, you told Dad I was gay.

Marilyn:
Yeah, you were.

Patrick:
No, I wasn't.

Marilyn:
Yes, you were. You had that boyfriend... What's his name?

Patrick:
I never had a boyfriend!

Marilyn:
Yes, you did. The weird little guy in the dress.

Patrick:
Amy.

Marilyn:
That was a girl?

Patrick:
Ryan, you okay? Feel a little better? Less dead maybe?