- Aren't ya' gonna say it? - Say what, Carl?
-That. My name, all offended and annoyed. - I'm leaving, Carl.
- What? - I'm moving out.
It's meat conveyor, isn't it? You never were a fan of modern home design.
- It's a lot of things, Carl! - (Carl) Just let me explain.
Efficiency. Industry.
Never before has this many dead bodies been so manageable.
- Carl! - I'm the Henry Ford of human meat.
I've already packed. I'm not coming back, Carl.
Come on! We haven't even gotten to the big surprise yet.
- I'm sure it's very upsetting. - Well, now I don't even want to show you.
- Good! I do not want to see it. - Man, you are a being a huge b-hole right now.
I'm not the one shoving people into a meat grinder!
It's not a meat grinder, it's an orphan stomper.
- (Paul) Gross! - You know what's gross?
- Your attitude. - Are you serious?!
What have I done to deserve all this b-hole coming out of your mouth?
It's everything, Carl!
- It's everything you've done EVER! - Everything?
Even that time I helped Mrs. Bigsby with her garden?
- You buried her there! - (Carl) It's what she would've wanted.
- You buried her alive! - She wasn't keeping up with the weeding.
As president of the Home Owners Association,
- I had to take immediate action. - All you do is kill people, Carl!
That's like saying all Mozart did was write songs.
- You are completely insane! - Oh, weird. That's what all these orphans said.
(Growl)
- Is that the surprise? - No.
That looks like a meat dragon.
- Did you finish your meat dragon, Carl? - Maybe.
(sighing) It's horrifying, Carl.
Thank you.