Don't talk, watch!
Don't talk, watch!
You came here. Watch it.
Don't like it? Walk out.
We still have all your fucking money.
Do not nudge, kick or jiggle the seat in front of you.
I'm sitting there!
I am everywhere at once
and I will cut you up.
If you make out here,
I will cut your lips and tongue
from your head
with a linoleum knife.
Do not explain the plot.
If you don't understand, then you should not be here.
Your money is now our money
and we will spend it on drugs.
Do not crinkle your food wrappers loudly.
Be considerate to others,
or I will bite your torso
and give you a disease.
Did you bring your baby?
Babies don't watch this.
Take the seed outside. Leave it in the streets.
Run over it after the show.
If I see you videotaping this movie,
Satan will rain down your throat with hot acid
and dissolve your testicles
and turn your guts into snakes.
This is a copyrighted movie for Time Warner.
If I find you've sold it on eBay,
I will break into your house
and tear your wife in half!
*Que epic badass guitar solo to the end when they finish up and there's an explosion behind them*
Luna: YEAH!!
Lola: Ow, Luna! That was right in my ear!
Luna: Apologies, but that was just flippin' awesome!
Lincoln: I feel like this should be something played at the beginning of every movie!
Lori: Oh, guys. The movie is starting.
Lana: Okay! *Silence* ...wait, how long will this intro last?
Lisa: Judging by the show's comedy, probably very long.
Lana: Oh... So, does anyone know what we can do to past the time?
Lori: Wanna watch a clip of the show on YouTube?
Everyone else: Sure!
Lily: Poo poo!
Lori: Okay, then. *Searches through her phone and finds the intro to the show's game* Whoa, THIS is interesting
Bobby: What is?
Lori: This show has it's own game!
Everyone else: Really?!
Lori: Yeah! And to cut time, I'd figure we'd watch the first cutscene!
Lynn: Then what are you waiting for?! Play it!
Lori: Okay! Okay! Jeez! *She plays it* Though, this may have different animation than on the show.
Lola: Fine by us!
*Shake comes in the house*
Shake: Well, what's this little to do?
Frylock: My damn mail.
Shake: And yet, it is in my hand. Explain that...to Nasserist!
Frylock: Shake, Shake do you see anything from a golf course in there?
Lincoln: Golf course?
*Shake checks the mail*
Shake: "Jersey Pines, South Jersey's most prestigious urban golf course".
Lynn: Man, I would love to check that out.
Lola: Of course you would.
Frylock: What does it say?
Shake: Ugh! Junkmail.
Frylock: What does it say? What does it say?