Master Shake: Look, yes, I have banged HUNDREDS of broads. INTERNATIONALLY. But know this - I wrap my rascal, TWO TIMES, cuz I like it to be joyless and without sensation. It's a way of punishing supermodels.
Master Shake: Please do not undercut me in front of the child. I am thirty or forty years old, and I do not need this.
Meatwad: [Frylock and Meatwad stare at Shake] ... Well, which is it? Is you thirty or forty?
Master Shake: I. Don't. Know. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
[whacks his tennis racket on the ground, as Frylock and Meatwad stare indifferently. Finally, Frylock intervenes and blows up the racket with his laser eyes. Shake shuffles away]
Master Shake: Thaaaaank you. That's nice.