Germaine: Transcendental Meditation, through meditation I can transcend the pain of the flesh and reach higher planes of consciousness
Foamy: Oh.... That's like those guys in that……uhhh, that’s like those crazy Buddhist guys and those people in the white house.
Germaine: I need silence to concentrate; that means quiet, no noise, no squirrel chatter.
Foamy: how about squirrel banter, can I do banter? Banter, banter banter.
Germaine: No!
Foamy: you know this is no fun if you’re gonna meditate and I just have to sit here and watch.
Germaine: People in the south use squirrels for chilli meat…
Foamy: I like the chilly! Chilly chilli chilli you give me the chilli chilli chilli (said to a tune… as such) dukudukadow chilli!
Germaine: Silence!
Foamy: Fine!... one more question… (breaks out into attempted song) “Am I breakin’ your concentration!,. ado doo doodododo, (other attempted song noises) “Am I breakin all your concentration! (starts using an air-guitar and making guitar sounds) Am I breakin your concentration!... (more sounds) Oh yeah!!!
Germaine: ahhh Im trying to reach a higher plane here!
Foamy: Fine I’ll go! You suck you never let me do anything…
