My God, there's people coming out of your butt

Clem: Can't you see I love you, Antoine?

Stan: Okay, we're back in.
Mary: Wow. That was beautiful to watch, Howard. Like a surgeon or a concert pianist or something.
Howard: Thank you, Mary.
Stan: Um, Howard, you should get some sleep. I-I think I'll be fine now.

Clem: Why can't you see I love you, Antoine?

Joel: Hmm. Lucky me. Lay one on me. Don't call me Antoine. My name is Wally.

Clem: Yes, I know, but how can a woman love a man with a name like Wally?

Oh! Oh! What was that? Hey.

Joel: My God, there's people coming out of your butt.

Clem: There is?

Stan: Got it.

Joel: 

 Tangerine!!