Mordecai: Dude, hurry up! Tie it down, we're gonna be late! Rigby: Go, Go, Go! Take that street! (they make a sharp turn) Mordecai: We're not gonna make it, we're not gonna make it! Benson: I knew it. I knew they'd be late. Mordecai: This is gonna be close. Benson: That's it. Rigby: Right on time. (Benson watches the sole lemon fall off the tree) I think the guy sold us a lemon, know what I'm sayin'? (M&R snicker. Benson turns red, growls and he's about to yell, but quickly calms down) Mordecai: Super-what-now? Muscle Man: (over microphone) We'll be right there. Mordecai: What?! Benson: I'm sure.