Troy:
This isn't a Belgian waffle. You need batter. This is amateur hour.
Gary Bunda:
You're the batter.
Troy:
No.
Gary Bunda:
You're the batter. You got to lie down in the thing and close the lid, your guts come out in the tiny squares, and that makes the waffle.
Troy:
No, I'm the flavoring. You still need batter. This should have been buttered or some type of non-stick, 'cause I'm -- You're never gonna get out of here. I'm just thinking of you.
Gary Bunda:
No, you're supposed to stick so then when I pull up the lid, parts of you get stuck to both sides of it.
Troy:
You don't wanna get sticked. Cleanup is a bitch with these things. If you wanted to squish me and press me and burn me in a waffle iron, that's one thing. But if you want to make what you were told, Belgian waffles a la Troy, you need some batter.
Eddie:
He's stalling! Just close the lid. By the way, I should have been buried hours ago.
Troy:
Just go bury Eddie. I'll cook myself. I got this.
Eddie:
You're not supposed to do that. You are now a tortured, okay? Stop putting on airs.
Troy:
It's just a little slap on the wrist. I'm gonna be red and running the show before you know it. And when you see me walking around in my pleated khakis again, Eddie boy, you are gonna be at the top of my ass-kicking list.
Gary Bunda:
Okay, here, help me bury him, and then we'll come back here, and we can do the waffle thing together.
Troy:
[scoffs] You can't handle two tortures at once, can you?
Eddie:
Hey, he's talking back. He's not supposed to do that.
Gary Bunda:
Yeah, don't you talk back, Troy! 'Cause you talk back, I'm gonna start kicking back, and then you got to --
Satan:
Nice burial, Gar.
Eddie:
[to Satan] Two tortures at once! [coughs] Talk about multitasking!
Satan:
[sarcastic] Oh, no, Eddie's suffocating. Hurry, Gary. Save his life. Give him mouth-to-mouth.
Gary Bunda:
But he's still making noise. I don't think you need to -- Alright.
