The Venture Bros.2003

Henchman 21:
I'm sick of this! I'm slightly drunk, I'm talking to the ghost of my f***ing dead friend, I'm probably in love with you, so... yeah, whatever! I'm over it!

The Monarch:
You're "over it"?

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch:
You're in love with me?

The Monarch:
Whoa, wait, what?

Henchman 21:
Yeah, we made out!

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch:
Well, that's a stretch. We got drunk, and maybe we kissed...

The Monarch:
Sure... where was I then?

Henchman 21:
Where were you? You were there! We were on top of you! WE MADE OUT, ON YOU!

The Monarch:
So you had a drunken threesome! Join the f***ing club! We're villains, you crybaby! We SWING! I watched my wife suck Manta Claus dry and then make him breakfast!

Henchman 21:
Is that true?

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch:
Eggs and buttered toast.

Henchman 21:
Wha... you guys are nuts! Yeah, great! F*** you! F*** this completely crappy f***ing excuse for a f***ing prom!

[Flips off everybody as he leaves]