Metalocalypse, Season 1

Toki Wartooth:
Hey, that's my friend!

Skwisgaar:
Your friend ha. Drunks driving before a tour! Shooting ze guns, huh?

Nathan:
Yeah, he's not a real friend.

Pickles:
Dick!

Skwisgaar:
What kinds of a friends takes on such a godless endeavor? What if you hurt your pinky finger huh? No more tour.

Nathan:
Yeah. What if you hurt your hands?

Pickles:
Yeah, you're being a selfish prick.

William Murderface:
...I woke up with a clown's hand in my pants. That's... that's what I did today.

Nathan:
Yeah, what the f***, Toki? There's no such things as clowns.

Toki:
Aww come on, how come I can't have a friend who's a clown? He makes me laugh, ha ha ha!

Skwisgaar:
....We care about you!

Nathan:
I should be asleep right now. This is a waste of time.

Pickles:
He smells like piss.

Toki:
It's metal to like clowns.

Everybody Else:
No, it's non-metal.

Murderface:
Don't try to tell us it's metal because it's not. We know that trick.

Toki:
Clowns are, statistically, the most hated of all creatures.

Skwisgaar:
Statisticallies or not, but, uh, just don'ts likes this guy.

Charles Ofdensen:
Okay, it's late. Let's just all calm down and discuss this in the morning. May we offer you a ride home?

Dr. Rockso:
Um-hmmm.

Toki:
Okay, calls you later.

Ofdensen:
[talking to Klokateer] Give him whatever he wants. [whispers] Put the boots to him, medium style.