Testees

Peter:
They were gasoline tablets, for better fuel efficiency in cars.

Ron:
Why would they test a tablet that's for gas tanks on humans? It doesn't make sense!

Peter:
I know!

Ron:
It doesn't make sense.

Peter:
I know. I gotta tell you, now that it's all over, I feel a little empty. I think I was growing attached to the little guy.

Ron:
You're suffering from post-fartum depression.

Peter:
Now see, you haven't lost your sense of humor!

Nugget:
Guys, it's not big deal. Like, I have standards, a course. But you two, it's not like you're Calvin Klein models. You know, maybe you should look at this situation a little differently.

Ron:
Are you saying we should be cool with the fact that brain dead bearded women are trying to rape us?

Nugget:
Yeah.

Peter:
We're always chasing after women. Now they're chasing after us. Maybe we should stop running.

Ron:
And just... let them have their way with us?

Peter:
How bad can it be? Beauty is only skin deep, right? Are we that shallow?

[running away from the zombie-like female rapists]

Kate:
This is your idea? The roof?

Nugget:
Yeah.

Kate:
Why?

Nugget:
There's only one way out. We'll be safe until the helicopters come.

Kate:
Helicopters...?

Nugget:
Yeah, the army should be here soon.

Kate:
Army...?

Nugget:
Yeah, they'll pick us up and then naplam the rest of the city. That's how it works.

Ron:
Please, don't rape me.

Hot Dog Lady:
Rape you? What would I want with a skinny little bugged eye turd like you?

Ron:
Thank God!

[the guys watch Nugget's footage, just as it starts showing the female mob's rape attempt on Peter]

Peter:
Well, Nugget, I'm mixed. I wanna congratulate you, but at the same time it's a little akward watching my graphic sexual assault over and over.

Ron:
Oh, come on, Peter. You look great, the camera loves you.

Peter:
You think?

Ron:
Oh, yeah.

Peter:
Yeah, I guess.