Space Ghost Coast to Coast1994

Space Ghost:
You ever work with Lassie?

Triumph the Insult Comic Dog:
If by "working," you mean "bang up the ass," then yes... I have "worked" with her.

Space Ghost:
Ho ho! Heh... Ah-huh. Whe-heh. [Turns to Zorak] You hear what that guy said?

Zorak:
[Turns to Space Ghost]... No. [Turns back]

Space Ghost:
[Small giggle] He said he "banged a dog up the you-know-what."

Zorak:
[Turns to Space Ghost]... No... [Looks at camera, then turns back]

Space Ghost:
Can you say "bang a dog up the ass" on T.V.?

Zorak:
[Turns to Space Ghost]... No. [Turns back]

Space Ghost:
Anything happen?

Zorak:
Um... I think some money came in.

Space Ghost:
Really? Hang on... [Clears throat] Ooookay... I, *too*, *banged a dog up the a... *

Space Ghost:
[Please stand by] [Cheesy music playing] [Space Ghost is in Moltar's director's lair] Oh, come on, Moltar! It's not like it was *alive* or anything.

Moltar:
They can take you off the air for that kind of sh*t... Duh... Brrrph... I mean... stuff.

Space Ghost:
When did you become such a "Puritan?" [Space Ghost teleports back to his desk]

Triumph the Insult Comic Dog:
Can we talk about some of the songs for a second?

Space Ghost:
Sure, we can talk about anything...

Triumph the Insult Comic Dog:
Yes...

Space Ghost:
...So long as "Sister Mary Moltar" isn't in the room!

Moltar:
You're really diggin' yourself a *deep hole*!

Space Ghost:
[On Moltar's monitor] A hole that I will *bang my way ou... *

Space Ghost:
[Please stand by] [Space Ghost is back with Moltar] Calm down with this "religion!" [Triumph starts making out with a sheep sock-puppet on the monitor]

Moltar:
You know, all this salty language... See, it ain't helpin' the found...

Space Ghost:
[Interrupting] All I know, Moltar, is that I'm trying to create a "Retardo"-free society.

Moltar:
Well, you'll probably have the thanks of... all the retarded people watching.

Space Ghost:
They're not retarded, Moltar... "Retardo" is the name of the disease, ok? I named it... And tonight with this cute little dog's help... [Triumph is on the monitor humping the sheep sock-puppet]... We're going to find a cure.