Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

Healy:
Help me get my body, and I will take you to my home planet. We have a tree that grow your favorite food.

Gary Bunda:
You mean to tell me you've got a tree that just grows pad thai?

Healy:
Yeah, and we have horny sex robots that exist only to please you. All nude. Triple X.

Dizzay:
I -- I wanna go. I wanna go.

Gary Bunda:
No, no, no, no, shut your mouth.

Eddie:
I'll do it. I'll go. I'll go.

Gary Bunda:
Let me ask him. Shut up! [to Healy] They do handjobs?

Healy:
Well, they'll do anything. You can get more than handjobs.

Gary Bunda:
But tell me, they got, like, real hands, right? And not, like, just claws -- They're not gonna rip off my dick and balls?

Healy:
Handjob, pad thai, done. Are we good to go?

Troy:
Uh, you know what. You're gonna take me, too, because, otherwise, I'm gonna tell Satan.

Healy:
That's blackmail.

Gary Bunda:
Please don't do this.

Troy:
You're also fixing my eyesight 'cause you know what? I'm sick of wearing these glasses.

Healy:
Okay, bend down here.

[Healy magically heals Troy's face into corn]

Gary Bunda:
What did you do that to him?

Healy:
He was a liability. So I turned his face into corn.

Gary Bunda:
Alright, well I'm gonna go pack my stapler, and then we can get out of here.

Healy:
Leave the stapler. My planet has plenty of staplers.