China, Il2011

Baby Cakes:
I figure it out! I figured it all out, man!

Mayor:
Shut up, you deviant anchovy eater!

Billy:
No, no, no. Baby Cakes is a deviant bi-topper.

Pony:
No! Let the bi guy speak! It's time to get proactive for the Bi's. I swear to god, if you don't listen, I'll wind your scrots round my arm like taffy.

Baby Cakes:
You heard her -- Be peaceful. Yeah, be peaceful like Quakers. Like Quaker scrots.

Baby Cakes:
Who cares why people choose stuff? Maybe DNA, maybe not. Maybe you just want to be someone else for a day. What I mean is -- Alright, here's a metaphor. If a guy chooses to marry another guy, he should be able to, right?

Mayor:
Well, of course.

Baby Cakes:
Right. So, I'm 95% of the time a pepperoni guy, but some days, I see an anchovy, and I want him in my mouth. And it's that freedom of choice that we need to protect, not science. Science is dumb.

Mayor:
[crying] Oh, my god! Amen! LET'S ALL EAT PIZZA! BOTH KINDS! IN THE CHURCH!

All:
[cheering]

Crystal:
Yeah, I want mushrooms!

[record scratches]

Baby Cakes:
That is f***ing disgusting. I'm glad they got you locked up, you sick-ass bit.