Pony:
Steve, you and Flip Flop approach William H. Macy from the south.
Steve Smith:
Oh, come on. Don't stick me with that asshole!
Flip Flop:
No, Steve's too old. He'll slow me down.
[Pony slaps Flip Flop]
Pony:
Shut up, pink boys! When you're 200 klicks away, open fire. That will distract him.
Pony:
Falgot, you and Sammy do the same with Martin Lawrence. Be careful! He's buck wild.
Dr. Falgot:
Are you just doing the thing like in the movies where you pair up the people who are mad at each other so they'll resolve their sh--
Pony:
AND, Matt, you take B.C. and...who are you, again?
Aladdin:
Aladdin...I guess.
Pony:
You guys keep Tim Allen off me and Frank. We're gonna kill the Queen Travolta.
Frank Smith:
No. Maybe I should stay. You know, guard the chips.
Pony:
If those three hogs are still at the entrance when Frank and I get there, we're all dead pink boys, got it?
Flip Flop:
Yo! Why we pink boys?
Pony:
[out of character] It just sounds good.
