[Mick suddenly starts to feel sick]
Bert:
What's up with him?
Tammy:
Oh, my god. Roll him over. Hold him down.
Bert:
No.
Tammy:
Put-Put your arm in his mouth.
Bert:
No. No, thank you.
Tammy:
Put your foot in his eyeball. That's what you're supposed to do. Push on his brain. Push on his brain!
[Mick swallows out a plate of spaghetti]
Bert:
Whoa!
Tammy:
Wow.
Bert:
Viva Italia!
Tammy:
Who ordered Olive Garden?
Mortimer:
Hey, guys I'm do-- What the hell?
Bert:
I know. Mann from heaven.
Mortimer:
More like guts from hell.
Tammy:
Wait, baby. Do it for us. Try a flavor.
Bert:
I'm just high enough to try.
Mortimer:
No. Bert, do not eat that.
[suddenly the spaghetti starts to come to life as a monster]
Bert:
I have the ability to piss off food.
Mortimer:
Uh, speaking of piss, gee, ah, I have got to pee. See you guys.
Bert:
Coward.
Tammy:
Well, that was pointless. No food. I'm starving.
Bert:
Let's just sleep it off. We'll eat in our dreams. Where you can order whatever you want.
Tammy:
But what about him? [to Mick]
Bert:
Ah, pfft, I've seen worse. If he's not dead, he'll be fine.
[Mick literally coughs out many spaghetti items from every area of his face]
