China, Il2011

Baby Cakes:
Well, the book suggests that maybe you should try "Your Mama" jokes.

Frank Smith:
You know, it's just me farting, you know? I can only really do the "Hey" sound. I mean, I can sort of say "Suppertime", but...it's messy.

Frank Smith:
Well, let's just get back to the Cold War.

Frank's Butt:
Hey! What's up, everyone? How we feeling tonight?

Frank Smith:
What the f***? I'm not controlling this.

Frank's Butt:
So, I'm Frank's better half, but you know, now that I say that, it makes us sound like a married couple, and come on. Do you really think I'd marry down like that?

Baby Cakes:
Boom! We got some comedy!

Frank's Butt:
Let me ask -- How many light bulbs does it take to screw a girl who's afraid of the dark?

Baby Cakes:
Oh! [laughs] I get it!

Frank Smith:
That's not even a joke!

Frank's Butt:
I know, I know. But regular jokes, they're just kind of lame. So, um...I'm Jewish. I'm a Jew. Yeah, yeah. Don't clap. That's awesome. Thanks for the support throughout the years. I'm a -- I'm a liar is what I am, because I'm not Jewish. Um --

Frank Smith:
How could you possibly have been Jewish?

Frank's Butt:
Well, I mean, I-I pretend to be when I pay for the check.