Carl: Look at these big ol' buns! [wolf whistles getting their attention] Ye-ah, you know it, baby! Work those buns! All of you, all day, ur-day, lined up, waiting to get filled with my meat!
Brenda: Yeah. Right, Carl. You really think any of these buns are gonna line up to get filled by you? Here's my impression of that happening: 'Oh! Oh! Is he in there yet? Oh, I can't feel him! I don't think he's in there! Oh, wait he is!' It's so sad! I bet you jackrabbit for a quick fifteen seconds. [jackrabbits mockingly]
Brenda: And then you slump over. [Carl glares at her…laughs] I mean, honestly, guys! Who in this package would ever let Carl get up in them? [Another bun raises their hand] Roberta, put your fucking hand down! You're ruining my joke. See? Nobody. That's who.