Carl Robot: Grr, this...song...makes...me...so...m--mad. Carl: (sighs and tries to turn off the robot) Carl Robot: This...song...m-makes me want to hurt myself and--- Carl: (turns off the robot) I always have to do everything...(sighs) So much for that bright idea. Carl: You know what I like to do after a long week of bashing people more successful than me? I hit the club! ("Summer Belongs to You" starts playing) Jenny: Popping bottles in the ice, like a blizzard.... Carl: But even if I'm right, this trend is not dead yet. Isabella: Tonight we're gonna get on the floor, la, la, la, la, la...