Metalocalypse, Season 2

Murderface:
[Sunbathing naked] Feel that jungle air, wind just whistlin' through...

Skwisgaar:
Hey, I makes some sandwiches...[Spits out sandwich and drops plate] Oh, Murderface!

Pickles:
Oh, man...MURDERFACE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Murderface:
My god, you are so repressed.

Pickles:
It's got nothin' to do with repressed!

Skwisgaar:
How abouts this, I solves the problem--puts your shirts back on!

Pickles:
Okay, your wiener, it's disgusting how it's all gnarled, it's like you stuck it in a hornet's nest!

Murderface:
Well I happen to play bass with it, there's callus buildup.

Pickles:
I don't need to look at it!

Murderface:
It's like Amazon boat-rash or something. Can I please just take a leak before I pull my shorts up?

Pickles:
Fine, go ahead, but just promise to never do this again, okay?