[Comical instrumental music]
I'm gonna kill you, your mama...
and all her bridge-playing friends.
You think you got it tough? I got a facelift.
There was one just like it underneath.
[Screaming]
[Roaring]
KAT: Dad?
Boys, we got a closet case here!
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Train horn blowing]
Smell-o-gram!
[Yelling]
STRETCH: Sushi, anyone?
California roll coming up!
[Harvey moaning]
All for one and one for all!
Catch your pants before they fall!
FATSO: On the runway, we have Dr. James Harvey wearing smashing underwear.
STINKIE: Marky Mark he's hot!
[All yelling]
- You are good. - Stop. It's you.
Are we scary or what?
And it looks as if we're gonna go into sudden death overtime.
[All laughing]
FATSO: Anybody for a little shish ke-doc? STRETCH: I am.
[Stretch squealing]
[Stinkie screaming]
Who do you think you are, defiling our domicile?
Dr. James Harvey, your therapist.
Dad!
Are you okay?
[Kat screaming]
Dad.
[Stinkie grunting]
[Stinkie laughing]
STINKIE: He's down for the count.
A winner by a clean stink out!
HARVEY: Get back. STRETCH: What the hell is that thing?
[Laughs triumphantly]
STRETCH: Not the nose!
I'm being hosed!
No!
This sucks.