Mr. Neutron: Look, I was a kid once. I remember being grounded a whole week and not being allowed to go to my best friend's bachelor party.
Carl: Weee. Llamas, llamas, llamas.
Carl: Hey, this astronaut food isn't too bad.
Jimmy: That's toothpaste, Carl.
Carl: Oh. Minty.
Sheen: I do so relish these times of peril.
Jimmy: But dad, all my friends are going.
Mr. Neutron: I know son, but if all your friends were named Cliff, would you jump off them? I don't think so.