Rich Guy Divorcee:
Moo, moo, sea cow! Just came by to redecorate the house I had to give you. Fire away!
[the inanimate object team fires golf balls at the Rich Guy's divorced wife's house]
Bert:
Whoa.
Mortimer:
That is totally boss.
Mick:
Hello, hello.
Bert:
Damn.
[Robot Ex-Wife approaches]
Rich Guy Divorcee:
Whoa. Where's the baby weight? You been working out, huh? Did you lose it so you can whore it up all over town? Oh, man, I miss you.
Robot Ex-Wife:
Get ahold of yourself. How are the kids?
Rich Guy Divorcee:
They, uh...they converted to Mexicanism.
Robot Ex-Wife:
Oh, no.
Rich Guy Divorcee:
Hola.
Robot Ex-Wife:
We hardly ever talk. Oh well. [lasered his divorce husband]
Bert:
HEY! That guy owed us 10 grand. What are you gonna do about it?
[Robot Ex-Wife crushed his divorced husband's head]
Mortimer:
I don't think she's about to pay us 10 grand.
Tammy:
[to Bert] Oh, baby, get her. Get her, baby. SICK HER! SICK HER!
Bert:
Uh, alright, Tammy. Alright, well, we don't -- [pushes Tammy back away from Robot Ex-Wife]
Tammy:
What are you looking at, you shiny bitch?
Bert:
Come on, Tammy. Come on, baby.
Mick:
You can do this.
Bert:
Alright.
Mick:
Just go psycho like a bloody chimpanzee.
[Bert headbangs the robot with his weak pinhead then leaves immediately]
Bert:
Okay, let's go I killed her.