It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Season 4

Mac:
How are we suppose to scale back our energy costs when you are filling this generator with gasoline?

Dennis:
Yeah bro, since when did you start running the bar on a gas generator?

Charlie:
About a week ago. I've been doing it for about a week.

Dennis:
Why would you do that?!

Charlie:
Well because you know electricity is so expensive man. So I figured let's get a generator and you know run the bar on it.

Dennis:
Are you kidding me?! Gasoline is like a thousand times more expensive than electricity!

Mac:
You know what Charlie, you shouldn't be making these decisions anyway, okay? You're not the decision making type. As the brains of this organization, I should have made this decision.

Dennis:
Hey, whoa, whoa, I'm sorry. Since when did you become the brains?

Mac:
Uhh...I'm sorry. I've always been the brains.

Dennis:
What?! What are you talking about? I thought I was the brains. What the hell am I?

Mac:
You're the looks.

Dennis:
Well, yeah, of course I'm the looks, but I always thought of myself as the brains and the looks.

Mac:
No, you're the looks, I'm the brains, and Charlie is the wildcard. That's...

Charlie:
Whoa! That's awesome.

Mac:
Yeah! Yeah, that's the classic setup. You know this, no? Look, every great crew in history has followed that basic dynamic, right? Looks, brains, wildcard. Think about it! The A-team did it. Scooby Doo did it. The Ghostbusters did it!

Charlie:
Oh shit!

Mac:
Yes! Right? Our problem is that we don't stick to that basic format and it gets us in trouble.

Dennis:
So what you're saying is that by breaking from that format, we're actually limiting our ability to be as successful as those organizations.

Charlie:
You're totally right, dude.

Mac:
Great, onto the matter at hand. We're getting plowed in the ass by the oil companies and the gas companies with their ten gallon hats and their rotten ass-plowing hearts. So, as the brains of this organization, I came up with a plan.

Dennis:
Lay it on us, bud.

Mac:
It involves us pulling up our bootstraps, oiling up a couple of asses, and doing a little plowing of our own. [long pause] Not gay sex.

Charlie:
Ah...okay, 'cause that's what it sounded like. What did you mean...

Mac:
We're gonna solve the gas crisis!

Charlie:
Oh, good!