Metalocalypse, Season 3

Murderface:
Congratulations, you can now call your parents and safely say you are now Murdertooth recording artists, Get Thee Hence!

Get Thee Hence Band:
Yeaaah! [start celebrating]

Lead Singer:
So where's our advance, son?

Murderface:
Uhh I'm sorry I don't even know what you're talking about.

Bass Player:
Where's our f***ing advance, you heard us.

Murderface:
Oh oh oh the advance! Oh you mean advance money!

Lead singer:
Wait wait wait. Hold up hold up hold up. Are you sure you're even a f***ing label?

Toki:
Kinds of.

Murderface:
[shoves Toki away] Toki shut up! We're the f***ing real deal, bros. But look. Shouldn't we get a contract in place or something?

DJ:
You guys hear that f***ing back peddling bullshit f***ing suits.

Murderface:
What? No, man! We're not suits! We're your bros. Toki, get my checkbook. [gets checkbook] Sooo, what uhh like five thousand?

Bass Player:
What do I look like, a f***ing hooker?

Murderface:
Fifteen.

Lead Singer:
Keep coming.

Murderface:
Thirty.

Lead Singer:
Uh uh.

Murderface:
[growing nervous] Forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, hundred, hundred-ten [faster] hundred-twenty, hundred thirty, hundred forty-hundred fifty, hundred sixty, hundred seventy, hundred eighty, hundred ninety, two hundred! Two-ten, two-twenty, two-thirty, two-forty, two-fifty, two-sixty, two-seventy, two-eighty, two-ninety, three hundred! Five...hundred thousand dollars! And that is my final offer-five-ten. Five-twenty? Five-thirty, five-forty, six hundred? Seven hundred. Eight hundred. Nine hundred...a million.