Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

[after getting played from Satan's contract proposal, the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse were replaced with a different new barn]

Satan:
You're all being replaced with immigrant labor and robots. They don't eat, sleep, or sh*t, and they can run up to 80 miles an hour.

Gary Bunda:
Mexican can do that?

Satan:
I don't think those horsemen jobs are coming back, fellas, so, uh, hit the bricks. Vamanos.

Gary Bunda:
Fine. We're going on strike again.

All:
Yeah.

Gary Bunda:
Everybody lock arms.

Pestilence:
Lock arms.

Gary Bunda:
[holds Eddie's arm] Metaphorically.

Claude:
Actually, I think I'm gonna transfer back into marketing.

Eddie:
Yeah. I'm gonna go back to being whipped if that's cool with you guys.

Dizzay:
Come on, Benji. [takes Benji's leg]