- Maybe you could be more...
Take off...
Ah, god.
Um.
Don't corner me into saying
something offensive, please.
- Jeans and $100,000 worth of diamonds.
That's a good look.
- It's a confusing look.
I don't know whether she's going to
Cinderella's ball or a pig roast.
- Well, well, look who it is, boys.
General Mark Nerd.
- Clever.
I suppose if I tried real
hard I could come up with
a humorous spin on your last name.
General Grabaston.
- Scientists are weird.
It's why you're the only
Muppet that speaks nonsense,
even Animal uses words.
- Mark is a little chunkball
who looks like Uncle Fester,
with an ass so tight he can make diamonds
from the corn in his turd.
- Excuses are like assholes, Naird.
And you are a huge excuse.
- Mark's wife had to go
to maximum security prison
just to escape her marriage?
- General Naird, you
steaming pile of vomit.
I hope you die.
- Mark is the appendix
of Space Force, useless,
and one day it will explode.
- What you don't know
about this place could fill
a giant underground silo that
you don't even know exists.
- Mm, is that where they keep your office?
- If all else fails you
can feign incompetence,
which shouldn't be a problem.
- See you on the flip, mustache.
- Hey, candies are for my visitors.
- Oh I'm sorry, do you also
own a van, you fucking creep?
- Step aside, Gomer.
- Sir, I need to see some Space Force ID
to let anyone inside.
- Here is my Space Force ID.
(rumbles)
- Why are all these seams
pointing to my penis?
- Oh I'm so sorry, are you Tommy Hilfiger?
- What?
- No, are you Hugo Boss?
- Who?
- No, then shut the fuck up and bap it.
- Nice guy.
- Don't.
- Yeah, no feels like a good match.
- Shut up.
- I mean, he's gotta be the nicest of all
the creepy older Russian dudes
that you could be ruining
your life with, right?
- And who are you dating?
The clutch on your helicopter?
- God, why are you all so lame?
(sighs)
I find your presence grating.
- Oh.
- And it's hot.
(mumbles)
- Is it gonna be hot?
Yeah, we're gonna be in
the desert, what else?
- To be clear, I don't want you.
You're an unfortunate necessity,
like tipping, or colonoscopies.
Your paper was...
Absolutely redundant crap, you nut sack.
Well, you laid down like
a hooker on Quaalude.
His eyes were empty like a
department store mannequin.
- Don't take this the wrong way,
but you could use some mouthwash.
- Ah, well perhaps the
breath refreshment sector
is where you should redirect your efforts.
That feels a bit more feasible for you.
- You mother is still alive?
- Yes.
- Impressive.
You know, a lot of centenarians are living
long healthy lives, probably
due to better nutrition.
- How old do you think I am?
- Um, hm.
Adrian Mallory quit today.
- Why?
Did you make him dinner?
- Gender roles, offensive and out of date.
Just like you.
But I don't have to listen to it anymore.
Good luck with your retirement, Kick.
And I say that facetiously,
because you are a crook,
and a womanizer, and I hate your guts.
God that felt good!
