Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

Satan:
Stan. You know who I am? I'm Hillary's bottom b*tch.

Gary Bunda:
Ooh.

Satan:
Or am I the guy gay-married to Obama?

Stan:
Well, you know, this is a private bathroom. No fans.

Satan:
Well... [chuckles] You know, listen. I think it's funny what you're doing, but I'm gonna need you to tone down that satanic stuff.

Stan:
Oh, I'm sure you'd like me to tone it down, but you can't hide the truth, Mrs. Obama. [chuckles]

Satan:
Well, the truth is, Stan, I'm gonna turn your ass inside out if you don't stop talking about me.

Stan:
Ooh, I'd like to see you try that. [takes his shirt off] I got 30 pounds of muscle mass right here that I got from my patented vitality insta-shake. So let's bring it. Come on.

Gary Bunda:
I don't want to fight you. 'Cause you look good.

Claude:
I don't really...

[Satan steps back from Gary and Claude to use his demon powers to literally turn Stan inside out of his body while staying alive]

Gary & Claude:
OOH!

Satan:
I told him I was gonna do it. I just -- I --

Gary Bunda:
We ju-- Okay! [to Stan] Sir? Sir, I know I have to yell because your eardrums are inside of you, okay? I can feel your panic. Okay? Just calm down.

Satan:
Hurry. I need a, uh, a piece of his clothing.

Gary Bunda:
[to Stan] Sir, I'm about to put my hand inside of your a**hole. Is that okay? Give me an indication that that's okay.

Claude:
[to Gary] Would his shirt work? The one he just took off?

Satan:
Thank you, Claude.

Gary Bunda:
[disgust] Pulling his slacks through his a**hole is a lot harder than it sounds.

[Satan use Stan's America state pin to disguise as Stan the Man]

Satan (as Stan):
This'll work.

Gary Bunda:
I got a whole handful of his slacks. You don't want these?