Robot Chicken, Season 3

[MTV Exposed appears across the screen in a television theme]

Dater:
Really? The whole budget's just the camera and the van.

Friend:
Dude, you're on.

Dater:
Oh, now? Okay. Oh, this is royally gonna kick ass!

Friend:
[from inside] I know! I'm gonna use the lie detection soft-ware to see which one the producer's told the lie to you. And you'll hit the other one in the face with your dick!

Dater:
Boo-yah! And I'll give you sloppy seconds. Up top! Sloppy seconds!

Friend:
[from inside] This show is awesome!

Dater:
[seeing Barbie and Yasmin walking up to him] Dude, dude, dude! Here they come.

Barbie:
Hi. I'm Barbie.

Yasmin:
Wussup. I'm Yasmin.

Friend:
[from inside] Bitches ain't lyin'!

Dater:
So Barbie, how do you kick it?

Barbie:
Well, I'm a doctor, Olympic skater, a scientist and a homemaker. And I like pink.

Friend:
[from inside] Oh, snap! We got stuff in common!

Dater:
How about you, Yasmin? How you get down?!

Yasmin:
I like a man that takes care of me. I enjoy clubbing. Ooohhh! And shopping. I'm kind of a brat and I designed my own tramp stamp.

Friend:
[from inside] That's you, and me, dude!

[We see Barbie, Yasmin, and the dater at the picnic table]

Barbie:
Mmm, I love salad.

Yasmin:
Me, too!

Friend:
[from inside] She is lyin', dude!

Dater:
Do you really enjoy salad, Yasmin?

Yasmin:
Well, I am more into meat. [takes out the hotdog, and feels it with her face] Mmm-hmm. You know what I'm talking about?

Friend:
[from inside the van, losing control] Oh, man. Oh man, she's telling t-the truth. She's telling...the truth.

Barbie:
[annoyed] Hello, I was a space-shuttle commander! I have an R.V. and a convertible!

Dater:
Yeah.

Yasmin:
Feels so good.

Friend:
[heard from the inside van, which is vibrating] It's true. It's true. She likes it, dog. She's likes it.

Dater:
Oh, hell, yeah! I choose you! [grabs Yasmin and makes out with her]

Barbie:
This is bull[bleep]! We still have 20 minutes left on the show!

Yasmin:
Is that the hot topic?

Dater:
Oh, you the one.

[The annoyed Barbie leaves]

Yasmin:
Oh, baby, yes.

Dater:
I knew I'd beat that whore.

Yasmin:
Oh, yeah.

Dater:
Oh, you del...oh, you taste like other men, though.

Yasmin:
Oh, yes. This is doing wonders for my self-esteem.

Dater:
Oh, you dirty.

Yasmin:
I'm number one!

Dater:
Oh, I feel [bleep] crawling on me already, [in a sing-song voice] but I don't care!

[The van exploded as they continued to make out]